Midnight — More or Less

It’s cold outside the castle;

Darkness rules the land.

Men dressed deep in whispers,

weapons in their hands.

They stand with iced-precision,

“True North” in their eyes;

Guards against intruders,

Wearing snake-skin lies.

When light comes in the morning,

Death will ride along,

With bloody calculations,

Scented ribbons & a song.

But now’s the time for waiting,

No hint yet of a fight —

Just mists & dreams, clouds & streams,

Swirling in the Night.

© 2019 j.s.lamb

Spoken Word:

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