Shadows at Twilight

I haven’t always dreaded the approach of night; I’d loved it, in fact, for its mysterious ways And how the darkness would seem to swallow the light That manages still to shine its dazzling rays, Bathing all in its path in silvery white And giving everything a porcelain-like glaze. Now, though, as the day comes to its destined end I shake with fear at what the shadows portend. It was not long ago when in the dead of night He came to my room and loomed over me, His face familiar though it was against the light, He ignored my tears and most earnest plea, So while my room was bathed in silvery white He defiled kinship and violated me. Now as twilight brings the day slowly to end I brace myself for what the shadows portend. November 3, 2024 Baguio City