Stars in the sky and darkness surround
Its midnight ol' Jack, and no where a sound
Knowing here I have no bound
In this land, we're here to astound
Flying through pasters, above the ground
Knowing I am queen to be crowned
or maybe I'll fall or find something profound
Wait! What's that? A merry-go-round?
A fair, filled with food golden and browned
Lost in the madness that makes me spellbound
I wake with a start, sat up and frowned
A song from my memory of the fairground
I smile knowing the moon faded into the background
Oh well, until next Midnight comes around
About the Creator
Tabby Ashworth
Aspiring writer who enjoys writing dark stories. Fantasy and horror are my favorite genres
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