The Midnight Poem by Laura arwen

The midnight is
the pure craziness
The midnight is
the truth's hour
The midnight is
illuminated from the
feeble moonshine
In the midnight
happens many fabulous
and horrible things
The midnight is
the best hour
to do the
secret and exaggerated
deals
The midnight is
an obsessive nightmare
Sometimes the midnight
is a lasting
spell
For the criminals
the midnight is
a problem and
a trouble
For the fugitives
the midnight is
a salvation
In the midnight
begins the sex
The midnight is
an ingenious sensitive
For me the
midnight is a
poisoned cockade for
my enemies
Sometimes the midnight
can place fear
because there are
the avid of
money
The midnight protects
me from the
death and the
bitter company
The world changes
his course at
midnight because it
is in peace
and fresh
The midnight darkens
the mind to
forget the debility
and the deceitfulness
The midnight never
decays because it
preserves the real
immortality