Dawn, dusk — neither day or night
Dead trees and crashed cars in sight!
Eerie lights, evil decor
Wrong way — which way is the door!
Smokey fire, smoldering decay
Confusion hangs like a fog in the way!
Shadows interfere, blocking the light
Oh, but the Midnight Sun burns bright!
A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 11-28-20
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