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.
Every dawn drives away night.. and every day ends in another night... visit back and rate my poems too dear
love the lines and flow of this one. your words are getting better all the time.
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 Brilliant imagery!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent imagery and wonderful fluidity.