Darkest Hour

When the hand strikes midnight, it begins.

The darkest hour of the night.

Our candles lit, the time has come..

The darkest hour of the night.

Our candles melt and grow our fright.

The darkest hour of the night.

Tightened grip in our prayers.

The darkest hour of the night.

Can you hold until first light....?

THE DARKEST HOUR OF THE NIGHT!

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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