At midnight

Posted on June 13, 2023 by Rex Tyler

At midnight out there in the dark
Where shadows creep and haunting breaks
Ritual shapes the silent brow
The moon drives down upon the plough
Sweeping over a brilliant sky
The eerie crow like lady fly
Besoms steering nightly jaunts
And out into a thousand haunts

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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