Star Struck

Yes, I do have a tendency to write about darkness.

Here comes midnight,

Arriving with brutalities of what could be right,

Stars spilling over into the sky,
Working together to let nothing slide by,

They take over ,
They ruthlessly shine,

Spreading word through their obvious sign,
Souls sleep as secrets are aligned,

During this midnight hour,
There is no such thing as power,

What is hidden in the day,
Is illuminated in the dark,

Beware,
The stars attack,
sparkling and glistening with wrath,

The moon; it watches,
as all is revealed,

Words can be twisted but truth;

Never concealed.



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Author's Note

Is this too cliche? What do you think?