The Zero Hour
A time for the dark,
To display its power in full,
On minds that won’t shift to park,
On minds that refuse to lull.
A time for the sane to sleep,
To be prepared for the next day,
Some demons surface from the deep,
Some demons can’t be left at bay.
A time for the world to be quiet,
Nothing but the sound of rain,
But our minds far from silent,
But our minds scream with pain.
Midnight is far from tranquil,
For the monsters come to life,
They come heavy as an anvil,
They come wielding the knife.
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