What happens at midnight? (3'11)

 What happens at midnight? (3'11am)

When the clock get stuck at 12o'clock,

It's wings start revolving slow and slow.

The husk of canon, trips to know,

Asking the same question, "what happens at midnight, do you know?"

So the girl with her doll,

Sits near to her desk.

Where her grandma narrates her the story of late night breath,

And the girl listens to it, so keenly, hence.

Parenting her doll,

Being keen to know,

What would happen,

Afterall?...

She sits there at every midnight,

Asking her granny,

The saga of horryfying hall,

Where the queen got murdered by his king's doll.

But the answer remained intact,

The latency and dormancy never opened their red lips .

To pour the blood in the canvas of sweet story enroll,

Her granny tells her to wait and hear, till the next day fold.

But the saga kept repeating,

The question of queen kept running.

The curiosity of the girl infuriated to pistol,

Her own granny to her funeral stall.

But the buts never got changed into completed vision,

The denial of parameter got fused to deliver the escapist illusion.

And the dog weeped out at that omenous hour of midnight,

When 3 past 11, would curb the ferry burial death demise.

So, the girl kept holding her pretty doll,

Patting her head again and again, after and after,

Back and forth,

And then she looked at her face,

That got changed at that day , she stood up in a haste.

Her granny started laughing,

And the doll started talking,

The girl reflexed to run at that time,

But the doors got closed and the window clattered to whine.

The doll kept walking near to that girl ,

Her hands grew out.

And she wailed tears of blood,

Nobody knew how, but still somehow!

She(the girl) screamed,

But her throat got threatened .

And her invoices couldnot be heard,

And her granny spelled the letter to the doll- "MARRY, YOU MAY START!"

The girl weeped, sweated and hided her face in the pillow,

Lying close to her.

But till then THE LITTLE MARRY,

Has inhabited her body and her soul .

 On the threshold of MARRY'S ORDER,

She lived her life , without her will .

The girl became the victim of vulnerable plight,

Her body was consumed but still her soul would follow.

The spirit kept playing with her spirits,

Surrounding between the truth and lies,

But when she used to leave her body.

She kept questioning MARRY,

"Why MARRY?

Why?

What's I got to do with you?

How could I get out of this loop of subotaged life?"

So MARRY replied,

Girl, you are innocent,

And you got nothing to do with me,

But when the clock stucks at 3 past 11 ,

This would always happen to you,

As this is your progenitor's debt left on you, as a midnight plight!

SILENCE CREPT

MARRY LEFT,

But again when the dogs wailed out to cry,

At midnight, when the clock revolved its string,

At 3 past 11,

MARRY ARRIVES, BEING THE DEADLIEST DEMON!

OF ALL TIME!

LEEZA