I Shall Sit Here Tonight

I shall here all night
A watchman
I cannot trust, I trust no one
White as stars or pale moonlight
So I shall sit here and watch.
And I am ready tonight
This blackness is mine
I will not surrender it again

I shall sit here tonight
Beside my children's crib
And though I have bolted the doors
And locked the windows
Moonlight have a way of creeping in
Pilfering the mind
I do not want to be blind
I want to look at my blackness

I shall sit here tonight
In the stillness of my darkness
Armed and ready to fire
At the first light trespassing
Through the crack walls
For the moon is malicious
And will erase my darkness
If my blackness permit it
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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November 20, 2010 at 7:57 PM
The bogeyman too wears the skin of night, bro. We are not a protected species, and may all be extinct one day, matters not how long you sit. A very militant write though, or war as you styled them.
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