The Midnight Hour
I walk alone in the midnight hour.
Angels hide their wings
And shadows run away.
Fear is my constant companion,
My only friendly enemy,
In this, the witching hour.
Lost in a maze of forgotten faces,
I stumble through the darkness,
No moon to light the crooked path,
No stars to wish upon.
You wonder why I stay
When there�s nothing left for me.
The midnight hour comes,
And I cannot shed a tear,
For it�s the fear of dying alone
That keeps me here.
Michelle Elizabeth Bernard
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