At the stroke of midnight,
The world falls silent and still.
The moon shines brightly above,
Casting shadows that chill.

The stars twinkle and dance,
In the night sky above.
A gentle breeze whispers secrets,
Of lost dreams and love.

The darkness envelopes all,
As the city sleeps in peace.
Midnight is a time of reflection,
A time for thoughts to release.

In the stillness of the night,
I find solace and grace.
Midnight is a sacred time,
A time to find my place.

So as the clock strikes twelve,
And the world is quiet and serene.
I embrace the midnight hour,
And all that it may mean.