THIS MIDNIGHT HOUR

Lance Barnwell

This time that's now, this midnight hour
Hiding those who creep and lour
Inside your mind, they're in your head
Sneakily slithering towards your bed

Mark the time and feel what's present
In the black below the lifeless crescent
Dire is the darkness as they slyly slink
Not close yet, but nearer than you think
In disturbing dreams do you soundly sleep?
Gnashing teeth ward off those who creep
Hideous creatures who skulk and lour
Take their advantage in this midnight hour

Heinous Harpies with sharpened claws
Outside your head, but inside your doors
Unconscious dreamer can you feel them sink
Rapacious fangs into you, the gink?