Nightkind
Encapsulated in the eyes
of those whom mount the witching hours.
Luring my spirit depths abyssmal
i succumb to their enchanting malevolence.
Eternity moistens the hungered lips
that kiss my death forevermore.
Condemned to cast my days to slumber
til night becomes my canvas.
Copyright © Stephen Clarke | Year Posted 2010
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