The darkness comes creeping in
Not a single flicker of light
A silent wind and the rustling leaves
And the time to shine for the night
An eeriness flows in the air
Not a single life was seen
A bloody trail of a million lives
And the time to shine for the night
A vicious demon lurks in the open
Not a single grave was seen
A myriad of trials and nowhere to hide
And the time to shine for the night
Cursed were the times lest he dies
Just the last gasp was heard
An inhuman stench and desperate tears
Yet the time to shine for the night
P.S. I'm writing this in sickness about people sick in their health and head.
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Serene : A Collection of Poems
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