POEM - Calamity
The calamity strikes
At midnight
When the darkness comes out
To play.
No one is safe
From the calamity's wrath
As it comes before
The day.
Night is a fearless entity
Full of dreams and power,
Opportunities and hopes
For the future.
What can one do,
Sleeping in their bed,
When calamity strikes
At night?
Sing a
Protection spell?
No, that won't work.
It is my prophecy,
That,
At sunrise,
The calamity will go
To bed.
