Insidious Hues
Between dusk and dawn lie vampiric hues,
they grow and become sticky on the skin;
Leaving a melancholic midnight bruise,
the day ends so another can begin;
Wandering beneath artificial light,
brighter than the lit skyline they sparkle;
Their insidious backdrop of the night
joins the city’s underlying circle;
Finessing the darkest urban vision,
fireproof they fade in the softest shadows;
Moving with so much stealth and precision,
fangs will be minding the stoop after close;
A spectrum of color in those dark lies
makes it so easy to fall for their eyes.
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