The classical midnight

The classical midnight

 

It is about 11:58 now,

almost the stroke of midnight,

that famous toll of the clock,

high hanging in the town square,

I think the moon might be brighter than usual,

and the stars more plentiful than ever before,

but until this moment,

I have never truly looked up at the heavens,

never believed in happiness either.

Standing there in the dark forsaken hallway,

lies the girl of my dreams,

a flowing dress to accent her lustful eyes,

all while the clock tolls in the background,

nothing special happens,

like in all the movies that we see,

just a simple kiss,

and I am gone,

back to the clouds in which I came from,

midnight,

that strange and wonderful time of life.

Author's Note

its not done yet, I was in a rush before class ended.