I Am the Night
When the Sun goes down I cover the fields and alleys and yards and houses.
I stroll through the once bright streets with my somber hues and embrace a beautiful moon.
When I rise the light flees, and gravestones cast cool shadows over the houses of the dead; if
The dead would rise they would do so under my shadow, and the roses of the mourners would
Be as black as I. I am the night, and am no friend of the garish Sun.
Copyright © George Leblanc | Year Posted 2016
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