Midnight.
My attempt. Comment yours!
©2019 Patricia Harris
The clock strikes,
all is still.
The hour of mystery
of magic and power,
time for mischief to be done.
Darkness reigns
as the veil falls,
creatures of the night
take to flight.
Power of the natural world
set about being heard.
Pattimouse 
I adore your mystical and magical midnight……..
Words Lost And Found
When your senses are blind
Driving you out of your mind
How do you find that word
Unique and unheard
Lost, gone out of your head
Not there, under your unmade bed
Nor between your untidy sheets
Removed during your midnight heat
You’ve searched along every note-pad line
Flicked through grandpa’s dictionary overtime
The missing word is yet to be found
Your dog stares at you, as if you’re unsound
It’s somewhere, you wrote it down
The word, to be your poem’s crown
Shaking your brain, side to side
Rattle, rattle, adjectives clash inside
Suddenly you remember
It’s something about December
How could you forget
The fallen Refugee reject
Cutting himself on his old sword
Swearing, “restitution”, is the word
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Paiitmouse – Friday prompt – Midnight
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