#we meet at midnight
We Meet At Midnight
They say there’s a world,
Just north of the east;
They say it brings suffering
And magic likes it least.
They say, to this world,
Three parties will lurk,
None knowing of the other,
Hoping plans will work.
Connected by somebody
Who lost nobody’s fight,
They say this to their own:
“We meet at midnight.”
…
The first were her friends,
Who first knew she was lost.
Determined to get her back,
No matter the cost.
A King, Hope, Despair,
Two twins lost to time,
A queen, god-turned-man,
Commit the perfect crime.
The heroes they denounced
Would never have to know
If they made this journey quick,
So at midnight, they shall go.
…
The second, sister not by blood.
Her fear described not.
And so, with the help of a prince,
She made her master plot.
With magic at her fingertips,
And wrath with her, at her side,
She still felt a fear within her,
It could not be shaken if she tried.
But even fear could not stop her
From saving her friend,
So at midnight, she would go,
Not stopping ‘til the end.
…
The third, had no connection.
He didn’t know her name,
He barely knew her face,
But wished to help all the same.
With a blade within his hands,
And a loyal friend at his side,
He vowed to break her out
As he’d done so many times.
So when the day was young,
And the clock chimed for midnight,
Onward he would go,
To fight nobody’s fight.
…
The meeting of three,
Who knew no one prior
Allowed them all to succeed
And make it somewhere higher.
She who lost the fight
Was saved before the sun,
And the world with magic’s hate
Had once again not won.
But this is not the end;
There’s always another fight.
And when that time comes, they say:
“We meet at midnight.”
