My Midnight

The night can also see, With its many stars its eyes, And its voice in blowing leaves, To overcome is all it tries, But it soon falls to the brighter sky, Or so we let our thoughts bidden, In reality the bright warm sun, Keeps those same eyes hidden, Though that scary night seems done, Fear it still fosters, It still bites, Forever getting smarter, And holding on to the fright, For now it is summer the light remains, And though that same night comes it is more tame, But winter is to come someday, And that is when the sun will hide away, And you will finally see my lullaby, And know that the sun was no more than to supply, A sense of security from the night, But by then it's to late to take flight, You will see the bright stars shine, And see the thousands of flames burning in my eyes, And as a winter night is so bright, You will see me grow cold and with spite, And my voice will no longer be carried by the leaves, But by what flows through the dead trees, All that grew from the seed you lay, And found so easy to betray, Beware the grudge you have begun, And prepare to face my midnight sun!