Night Post
At midnight the solid tapered etch of concrete wall
Viewed from Charing Cross Pier, paraded headstrong,
It highlighted in as much an accompaniment to the call,
Where eagerly, old father Thames saw him walking along.
Surmounting steps where the view of Waterloo Bridge,
Made assessments to the whereabouts of the Festival Hall
Imaged silhouetted dignitaries like Dame Edna Everage,
Made the Grand Savoy seem like a fine old Dame to all.
A variety of sepias throughout the entire stretch faded
Entered by shadows where blurry figments to an illusion,
Became a night time London, where history was paraded
Brought Big Ben’s final clamour to a mighty conclusion.
Dark! The stark content of breeze from the Embankment
Whispers an alluring attachment to the ripples on the river
Bringing with it, fears from the past where thoughts cement
How it was still possible for the dead postman to deliver.
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