The Witching Hour

The Witching Hour


~The Witching Hour~

Here’s to all the sleepless nights
The nights when horrors creep
When thoughts turn into memories
And tears fall onto sheets

The nights when all are sleeping
Yet, you sit and watch the stars
Overthinking everything
Reopening old scars

The nights when moonlight stains your skin
And darkness claims your sorrow
You sense the earth’s apparent tilt
And wish away tomorrow

The nights when sadness fills your chest
And crying wounds your heart
No matter how you try to cope
Your courage still departs

The nights you whisper to the moon
And starlight hears your secrets
And as the calm dawn softly breaks
The night owl remains sleepless

These are the nights of visionaries
The nights of moonlight sisters
The nights the seeress rules the skies
The nights the dreamers whisper

Come, sit beneath the silvery moon
And let your stories flow
As starlight hears your buried tales
The moon will soothe your soul

~ © 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.


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