Dusk and Dawn
The strange emerges at night,
Somewhere in our slumber, it comes to life,
It refuses to be silenced,
A tempest at its core.
There exists a presence of the strange,
Hidden in the twilight of the chamber,
Resistant to the light,
Awakening with the night.
The mystery is a haunting shadow,
Holding sway in the depths of the chamber,
A battle rages in the deepest region,
With turbulence at its epicentre.
Becoming is the arrival of the strange,
It resides in the fruitlessness of darkness,
The soul seeks freedom
As it walks in divine wisdom.
March 18, 2025.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2025
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