Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Rhyme

The Edge of Midnite

-- A poetic glimpse into the metaphysical world of ' The twilight Zone '





The edge of midnite,
   not quite day or night,
   not quite death or life ---
What realms do I wander your curtained halls?

No mere mortal can shed the rust from your bones ---
   and solve thy mystery;
   a thing that should not be,
   nestled between life and dreams,
   so brief it whimpers in the dark and is gone....

Yet, you are there, and return,
   something faceless;
   no dance nor melody could live to breathe one breath;

You will live a thousand years more ----
   tell me ---- darkling lord:

What shall bring your death?

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Robert Lindley March 22, 2016 at 7:54 AM You do dark as well as any other my friend. Very strong, and dark with underlying currents . Super 7 ..

Naghmeh Heidari February 19, 2016 at 12:31 PM Dark and beautiful

Andrea Dietrich February 9, 2016 at 3:49 PM this is REALLY COOL. Also I love Twilight zone. I think I will fave this one. Keith O.J. Hunt February 9, 2016 at 6:14 PM Thanks Andrea, always appreciate your visits! Keith;-)

Anne-Lise Andresen February 9, 2016 at 12:36 PM - Incredibly well written Keith, profound and interesting - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Charmaine Chircop February 9, 2016 at 10:36 AM This is different ,but I love 'different ' keith..Mysterious,somehow enigmatic like a corridor between two labyrinths. Keith O.J. Hunt February 9, 2016 at 12:10 PM 'A corridor between two labrynths' --- well put, exactly like I felt when I wrote it. Thanks for the visit and the comments Charmaine! Keith;-)

Arthur Vaso February 8, 2016 at 10:11 PM Keith, welcome to the dark side! This was amazing! Keith O.J. Hunt February 9, 2016 at 12:06 PM Thanks Arthur, wasn't easy writing; I don't typically tackle 'dark writes' but I'm a 'painter' who uses all the shades if I can from time to time, Mystery of itself always has dark shades, hence the unknown. Glad you enjoyed! Keith;-)