Midnights

Midnights breathe an eerie silence Such a distinct hush that even crickets hear In subdued chirping they intently hearken Each muffled sound says the twelfth hour's near. Time swiftly walks in morbid steps unheard A transient when full darkness shrouds the night, Then as howling winds announce the hour feared The stroke is echoed by wings of bats in flight. Midnight dons his ebony robe and onyx gems Velvety pitch black garb under diamond stars Regal splendor reigns in a momentary anthem Then he soon bows out, for Dawn is not too far.