End
Pitch black sky, nil light
to be seen.
Ominous shadows
draw one in.
Light seemed
to no longer exist.
No colour any where
as if washed away.
Day and night
were as one.
Moon no longer
silvery.
Is this what death
feels like?
All hope dies
life stops.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2025
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