Midnight: the Hour

There is something about midnight-mysteries
are wrapped inside it. Fairy tales talk of girls
like Cinderella and the witch's warning,
most movies end at such a time, Halloween is
at its peak at that moment……
All I see are two time hands pointing at number 12,
separating two days, as superstitions
keep the hour relevant in mystery.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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