The Spirit of Darkness
the winds breathe in evenings soul of darkness
and night comes trailing a gown, black and velvety
inky i n k y black, deeply mysterious and moonless
an endless canopy
a deathlike silence
a nightingale song calls
somewhere a night owl hoots
hoot hoot h o o t HOOT . . .
lucid silence,
a quiescence.
N I G H T- a time for prayer and for weeping
the spirit of darkness comes creep c r e e p i n g
in the quietness and stillness my sleepy eyes close
and I pull the curtain of . . . . repose
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May 04, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/the spirit of darkness
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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