Darkened by difference Midnight walks the path less taken.
Eagerly believing that around the many curves, he could prove
he could fit in with his difference on the well beaten path.

Many would come, most all would go with swift backsides.
The curious would stay till satisfaction came and walk away
With no guilt for saying “you’re ok with me midnight”.

But Nothing less could be true. Like the rainbows of day, Midnight
would never find the end of the arched colors. So Midnight stays dark
not reaching dawn, never leaving dusk. So he waits while the stars
shine down with faint light from above.

Randall L. Poole