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The Web Poetry Corner - Mark Ian Martin - MIDNIGHT HOUR

MIDNIGHT HOUR

by

Mark Ian Martin

The midnight hour
Struck on time
My lady turned to white
The pretty pink that faded blue
There she was in sight

Gliding over to my spot
She never touched the ground
Was she the lady of the lamp
That time when light was found

Please good lady come along
Please come back to life
Don't be weak be only strong
In dreams of distant light

Now the day begins to break
The night time has disappeared
The lady of the lamps gone now
For she's the one I feared

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