Midnight On the Clock
I was walking home through the park one night,
and it was dark and foggy with very little light;
I heard sighing I thought but I kept going,
then noticed a man coming and I started slowing.
He reached me quickly and we both stopped,
I stared at his handsome face and then dropped;
He picked me up and took me to the graveyard,
to his home below the tombs with a door not barred.
I could leave I suppose but was in a trance,
he came to me and I took his hand to dance;
He is very pale yet he has an ethereal charm,
and as he kisses me- my body rings with alarm.
I never make it home that night or again never,
police search everywhere but I was not found ever;
But, it is said that on the darkest nights a couple walk,
hand in hand in the park at midnight on the clock !
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October 6, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Midnight On The Clock
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1395-619-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for Standard the contest, Something Spooky
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 10/24/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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