Midnight Hour

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It was the midnight hour,

when he left nothing but a flower,

because of the anxiety and terror he began to cower. 

In a closet deep within the tower,

Where the past and future is devoured, 

and the “stop” button on the clock is the only one with power-

He knew his time was up at the midnight hour.

-NC Phanord

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