Midnight Quiet

Close on midnight
The bugs go quiet
The dogs don’t growl
They lay silent
And the shadow passes
A mist in the air
Nothing more
Nothing less
But the people here
They fear it
You see they know
Such hauntings are made
By violent hands
And twisted words
And when death grants freedom
Revenge can be
A long time coming

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