IT WASN'T JUST MIDNIGHT
It was the middle of the night,
And there a thing so scary;
A shadow carved in the dark
Unmoving, it craved screams;
Ah but she stood her ground,
Ha! she exclaimed, look at you
Shaped like a minotaur, nonsense!
Phased to this not that not this;
Couldn't even make up your mind.
Neve! you are absolutely useless.
IT WASN'T JUST MIDNIGHT © gillena cox
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