Darkness entwines the ticking hands, two minutes the night alarms,
A witching hour wraps silent fears in subtle, unseen charms.
The day's last sigh flutters away, as a new dawn's breath draws near,
Events converge in silent dance, the midnight’s reckoning clear.
Enveloped in obsidian's cloak, with stars that whisper tales,
Midnight's mystique blurs lines of truth, as light behind it pales.
©viralfreak
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