21 July 2012
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.
Welcome To Midnight. • Opuss № I