Midnight air swirls ’round those still awake.
Its wonder might’ve encased the souls of the tainted.
Much ado about nothing a tainted soul feels.
Yet beneath silken sheets that soul reawakened.
Twilight warns of dark hours awaiting nocturnal souls.
Useless! for it was extinguished by flames
of memory these souls could not set free.
How many would wish to be awakened
by the mysterious tainted midnight
for they do not know what monsters it expertly hides.