The Archaengel Midnight

Midnight calling
On that wispy wisp
Hair horizontal,
No cackling
Silence could fill
The brim
Of the wedding hat.
Or In self defence
The baseball bat. 

Midnight calling
On fallen satellite
The Bee Bop 
The Wap Wap
The Zumba Bumba moves 

Shadows instead
Of sleepless starless nights.
Hear the midnight freight
Come take the bait,
Let it excite you, 
delight you, 

Because midnight is calling.

Midnight calling Midnight. 

Midnight calling  Midnight. 

Hold tight his mane.
Repeat his name.
The Archaengel Midnight. 

Starless yet bright.
So wrong yet so right.
The Archaengel Midnight.


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