Friends of the Night
Friends of the night,
carnivore delight,
on padded feet walking
through a world without sight.
Fear is an ally,
light is your death;
in darkness,
cloaked secure,
you wait
and meditate on flickering shadows
whose weft and warp
become your feast.
Friends of the night,
there’s beauty in the requiem darkness,
but only as there’s light and life
with the rising sun.
Copyright © James Rasmusson | Year Posted 2012
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