She Wears the Hour After Midnight

She Wears the Hour After Midnight The candles burned themselves down to a hush Velvet held her like the night designed the room One bare shoulder kept the firelight Gold smoke in her hair, purple stones in bloom Dark wine climbed the glass and fell again Queen of Swords laid open on the velvet floor She turned the card and put it face-down The black cat watched like it already knew the score She didn’t startle when she found you looking She lit the room for whoever stayed She wears the hour after midnight The kind that never asks permission She wears the hour after midnight Temptation in a quiet decision Enchantment starts the second that you know You were never turning around The fire leaned closer just to hear her breathe The cat began to purr against the dark She smiled like the ending was already hers And lifted her glass to the waiting spark She wears the hour after midnight The kind that never asks permission She wears the hour after midnight Temptation in a quiet decision Enchantment starts the second that you know You were never turning around To the dark To the hour To the spell that doesn’t need a name To the moment you forget the door And stay inside the flame She wears the hour after midnight She wears the hour… And you were never turning around