The Midnight Hours 🌚

Lurks moody, menacing, melancholy showers

Whilst one is locked up all alone in tall turrets and towers

Amongst those grey, gloomy, ghoulish flowers 

There is a high hawthorn hedge all around and about
 
So you are stuck in your horrible, haunted head without a doubt

And your screams are muffled when you try to shout

Totally trapped in a nightmare and you cannot get out

“HELP ME PLEASE!!!” you yell and bawl

As your skin begins to creep and crawl

When you see a silhouette rise up a wall