So she arrives; and odd, fleeting hour.
Amidst times past and times to come.
As now, faintly, strange things scuffle about;
And creatures of the night come out.
As a strange, hushed Silence pervades the air,
The branches moan in their despair.
As hushed whispers, never heard in this room,
Are present in the gath'ring gloom.
As the desperate, pale, ghostly light grows weak,
The full moon rises to its peak.
As the clock tolls and echoes through the house,
Twelve chimes; the shadow of a mouse.
So comes Midnight, peculiar, peaceful pocket of time,
Between an everlasting past and a future soon to come.
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