Grows the Night

Grows The Night Grows the night, hours of slow sweeping pains Moonlit views gifting no true delight, A vassal of sad sorrows and woes I seeking life's relief Fate denies Grows the night, shadows dancing about Creaking doors and pitiless low moans Vestiges of weeping, shattered hearts Trepidation reigns as, grows the night. 6/10/2020 Repeat The Phrase Poetry Contest Verse poetry form only. Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Chosen, "grows the night" syllable count checked using- https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/ ***************** edit -1st place..