Tension
The shroud of night descends
To solitude enfold
The dying colours.
Rustles and hoots and howls
While shadows wheel
Little light to aid perception.
A sinister calm
Creeps with stealth
Shivering and damp
Better not to move
Or prey is the fate
Wait for the glimmers of dawn.
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