Which midnight haunting,
This time?
Who’ll I encounter in lonely dreams?
Craving simplest of physical intimacies.
Any group vanishes,
Before long.
Gone with a turn.
Instant.
That’s how I know the monsters are coming.
Be it horde,
Or colossus.
I write midnight poetry,
Weaving spells,
To find solace.
Which Midnight Haunting, This Time?
