Midnight blue
The the blue that is magical
As it is like a wizard's robes
This I say it exposed the stars
And the moon as it is really its
To say that midnight blue
Is not really blue is not a facbut a superstitious
Thing to thing
The superstition mountains
A North americn treasure is
Indeed a haunted pleasure too
As you go up they poke holes
Into the midnight blue
Giving way to the eerie
An supernatural
Goings on in the superstition
Mountains
Be it cloudy or clear
See the bug dipper spill beer
As a ufo flies past you
This colour of blue is
Nothing more than a superstition
Or too
To think that the mountains are not haunted
You are living a fantasy