Posted: August 15, 2013 in POETRY 1992 - 2012

Midnight chimes on the grandfather clock,
As the pendulum sways, and goes tick tock.
Midnight and I still lie here awake,
Afraid, afraid for my own sake.

Midnight ghosts come out to haunt  you,
With their eerie cries as they go boo!
The witch on her broomstick as she flies by,
And I tremble here in my bed in which I lie.

One o’ clock comes, they all go away,
But they’ll be back to frighten me another day.
All is silent, only the mice they creep,
As I close my eyes and drift back to sleep.

© 1992 – 1999 Allan Dougherty

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