Concerto of the Midnight Sun

By Chris Ashcraft

There is something in the air tonight,
a rising wind of doom,
it fills me with its wicked flow,
as it pours into the room.

I take my ancient weapon,
and as I put it in my hand,
I think of those who have lived and died,
to protect their children's land.

Maxim and I arrive at last,
to the house on Hades' hill,
and prepare to find the fate awaiting us,
for too long, it has lay still.

Twill be a long night running,
but I assure, it can be done,
a song to guide my hands and heart,
The Concerto of the Midnight Sun

The author of this poem can be contacted at the e-mail address Demon_Sohei441@yahoo.com and on AIM under the name Malplhas441.

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