Midnights strike with unwitting might
On a lighter head, igniting insight
Inciting all doubts, Inside-out
A "Red herring"
Mindless wights, kindly smite
Phantom-ized fonts visible inspite
Of the unsightly pond, erring off the site
Faltering...
Crestfallen, detestably appalling and trite
I sat out unwinding after i wound up in fright
And decided i'd glide untrammlled
Dancing by the dreamless tide
Rowing without duly knowing,
That this flooding
shall never subside
So long we turn back to the other side,
And Should we learn "one can only hide"
Outwardly not but warded in
Properly then
IT might be Time
To serenade and hymn
That Midnight's mine,
And i'll pick the Rhyme......
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