Faye Sizemore

THE WITCHING HOUR

There is dark magic in the midnight hour
In that space where today becomes tomorrow
… Laden with all its new surprises
But still burdened with yesterday’s sorrow

Thick and quiet… they came
Like black fog against
a blacker night
Old enemies looking for a firefight

How long will they stay
When will these ghosts lay
When will it ever be over
Not till the light of day

There is magic in the midnight hour
Black magic with much power
Power to send me to my knees
Begging… “Not again… Please”

They retreat… silently…
Shrinking from the dawn’s light
Leaving me with…
Just another sleepless night

There is dark magic in the midnight hour…