The Edge of Midnite
(A poetic glimpse into the metaphysical
world of ' The twilight Zone ')
The edge of midnite,
not quite day or night,
not quite death or life ---
What realms do I wander your
curtained halls?
No mere mortal can shed the
rust from your bones ---
and solve thy mystery;
a thing that should not be,
nestled between life and dreams,
so brief it whimpers in the dark and is
gone....
Yet, you are there, and
return,
something faceless;
no dance nor melody could live to breathe
one breath;
You will live a thousand
years more ----
tell me ---- darkling lord:
What shall bring your death?
Keith O. J. Hunt is a
Classic-Romantic poet who generally prefers the older styles which he finds the
greatest way to express his thoughts. He loves people, nature, spirituality and
all things beautiful. Keith lives in Ottawa, Canada and has been writing poetry
for 15 yrs.
Very intriguing and unique
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