Night Shade
~The fog's thin veneer
masquerades the crimson dawn
and diffuses the opaque light
as it peers into the ebony hour.
How did I find you, hidden
amidst this black morning haze?
You, my deceased angel,
and I, the rhombus crucifix
sutured into dark obscurity,
are creatures of the night.
Your unscrupulous heart
is but mere stone,
and though it stilled
for night eternal,
your death shall be
my only true love.
6-18-22
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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