Dark hues and a thick banister,
railing, proves a cage for the soul.
Midnight hours pass, soft thumps,
follow quickly behind.
The trickle of whimpering gives testimony
to deeds done long before.
A black cloud of pain and agony
hangs thick in the air.
A family slumbered, phantoms invade,
shattering the peace. Screams pierce
the night, broken only when
daggers find their mark.
A child, not an only till now,
races for the stairway,
only to be met by eternal
At the bottom, one on top,
a boys' life, lost in the middle.
Forever lost to the midnight hour.
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