The midnight creep

[BlumLaw1]

when tonight i go to sleep
through me doom will slowly seep
the morning sun may tan me deep
but the day that comes does the midnight creep

the fair will end
the lights go out
empty stalls
scattered throughout

there i will be
moving slowly, hesitatingly
hiding the sadness
the midnight creep is here for me

at midnight tomorrow, its all over for me
its back to the world of law and disney
the sights and smells and tastes and glee
slipping forever into history

it started in a few hours ago,
that nearing creeping dread
it battered and banged and howled in my head
it struck me hard as i prepared my bed

i felt it upon me
a heaviness eveloping
the end of the fair comes
the midnight of the morrow doth creep

but from now until then
i wont hide in my den
i refuse to cackle like a hen
ITS THE LAST NIGHT OF THE FAIR
and i am going to enjoy it to the end

and when midnight upon me creeps
and my weary bones drip with grease
one small thing will save my cheese
353 more days until i again sleep with sheep!