A/N: Sup…. This is my first anything EVER on and it happens to be one of my favorite poems that I've written. Please review with constructive criticism.

Midnight

Softly and quietly

He walks, hidden in the shadows

Sneaks up behind a man

And swiftly, noiselessly

Takes his life.

He is the night

He is the darkness

Silent and handsome

Yet terrifying.

A stare of boredom is on his face

Emotions were buried long ago

And he is numb to the sight

Of death.

Silently

He slinks and melds into the shadows

He is transparent

And part of the night.

Thanks for reading!

Jehannish, copyright 2007