As it draws close to midnight,
I wake up, stretch and yawn,
My limbs are cracking noisily,
As if my bones are torn.
As the moon comes centre,
The bats arc round the sky,
I stretch my blackened worn wings,
Prepare myself to fly.
As the night is definite,
I summon my evil spite,
And as a Fallen Angel,
I move as one with night.
As it draws close to dawn-time,
The earliest of hours,
My cackles, yells of bloodlust,
Makes sure humanity cowers.
As twelve at night rolls round again,
I stretch my flesh and howl,
My gaunt and hollow, ugly face,
Gives a disconcerting yowl.
As midnight is upon us:
We Fallen Angels rise,
Awaken other nightlings,
With our nightmarish cries.
Welcome to Midnight.
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