Midnight Blue

Midnight blue, the darkness drew another silent breath.
Why is it that the early morning hours think of death?
Stagnant air, the lady fair is calling out to him.
No answer comes to soothe the eerie movement of the wind.

Around the block, a startled shock returned.
Fire lashing through the blind insanity of dark.
Midnight blue, the darkness drew another silent breath.
It's exhalation moving into yet another death...

? Michaelette ?

1/20/2003
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