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?
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2016
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