Today’s poem is a triolet from the prompt, Hidden Midnight. Enjoy.
Photo by Amar Saleem on Pexels.comHidden Midnight
Within a tick of the winding clock
as the witching hour passes
Shadows form and devils flock
within a tick of the winding clock,
while the shapes of death stalk
against your eternity and ashes
Within a tick of the winding clock
as the witching hour passes
@2022 A. F. Stewart
Be Afraid of the Dark 
Rhythmic and wonderful and a tad eerie, too!
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