Midnight Hat Poem by Alex Jhon

Midnight Hat



Then she was gone from the world,
yield to evil and the passion of red.
After that she wanted more than just red.
Then she was gone from the reality,
beckoning her own mind into the odd
and the jittery black. She felt the Midnight Hat.

Alex Jhon

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