Midnights Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

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.