The darkness clings
like snow to fur.
It crawls into windows
desperate to reach or consume
something or someone.
It wails and cries
and giggles and laughs.
It's light during the night.
Almost vampire bright.
With hearts made of steel,
they should be capable as the night falls and the sun awakens.
Quiet goes the moon.
Feverish is the sun.
Dose thee in an array of brilliance.
The clock explodes 5 times
like shots in the dark,
piercing my heart.
Then suddenly, I'm trapped
without a way out.
Dedicated to an awesome person, @DerickGibbs
