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
