The Witching Hour

Because few people are awake at this time, (and if they are, they are probably not sober, or are in their homes) do we really know what happens at twelve o'clock midnight?

When the Earth turns her face from the sun

And weeps into the darkness.

When she calls upon the moon to hear her.

In the cold, crying soft, to the sky,

Tears pool as silver stars -

Though some dry upon her face as night frost.

The furthest away from the sun you can be.

What will be caught in your net of dreams

From open sky?

In the streets, long and wound, comes a sound -

A harsh violence of screeching

And suddenly you're wide awake in bed.

Are you woken by dreams, by a song

Or by Earth that is weeping,

Or by something trapped in the hour of witches?

The furthest away from the sun you can be.

What will be caught in your net of dreams

Beyond the mind?

Reviews

[Berserker[Diktator Von ..]

A very good piece..I really liked this one..great job!

[Liam]

Nice concept! Well done, and by the way, are you writing all these now or have you written them a while ago?