MIDNIGHT II
by: Haresh Daswani

As the hour hand meets the minute,
And a dark blue hue fills
The deserted room,
I sit swaying, in one corner,
Where moonlight dare not shine,
And the room, silent except for
The sounds of the clock,
Emphasizing what we usually don't hear,
Echoing, haunting,
And to the isolated,
Apparitions may appear...
As the bed lay empty,
And I, swaying the chair,
Slowly, listening to every moan...
As I feel the cold humid air,
Which is still, and heavy...
As mysteries surround,
The sanctity of the venue...
The power it stores, for the isolated,
May bring fear, insecurity, insanity,
Or it may bring peace and tranquility...
As sounds of the clock, and the chair,
Surrounds echoes and moans into the room,
I dare not stand up and leave,
From such a room full of mysteries...
Dare do I even think of staring at the mirror,
Which bring my reflections against me,
And he, my reflection, my only companion...
Has a sly smile, with a dagger behind,
His eyes glowing, I dare not stare...
As the moonlight is glowing,
A soft blue hue,
And silence surrounds,
The city asleep,
I sit and listen, for what lies,
The mysteries and fears,
Of this haunting time...