Shadow Folks
The shadow folks are not mere men,
They're strangers who hide in the night,
They're men armed to fight,
Fear is their initial weapon.
The shadow folks are the twilight assailants,
They're chauffeured by the night chariots,
They're turbulence patriots,
They're the dark warriors.
My father said they dwell in the myth of the mind,
He said they're injurious to the mirror of the mind,
He calls them strangers from the deep,
The phantom that the mind can choose to keep.
I'll push them away from my room,
I'll disperse their penetrating gloom.
January 10, 2024.
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