Midnight's Judgment
I.
Tormenting drip of time's tick,
Gavel strikes heavy hissing punctured atmosphere.
Midnight,
Judgment gallops closer.
II.
Midnight's dark shadows casts pale and cold,
Hope sucked out in vortex void,
Reckoning tonight,
Justice's scale balanced again.
III.
What's been can't "un-been",
Choices made, die cast.
Heart torn asunder in colosseum,
Accounts reconciled in midnight hour.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
