The Unknown
Twilight flows into night,
the blackened sky fills the mind,
lurking figures appear close by
objects distorted by the dark,
odd noises wax and wane
in the deep of the abyss,
this world is very different:
different feel, different look,
different meaning.
Fearfulness descends
and hovers above,
there is no escape,
all that is known is lost,
the dark calls for its prey...
Do you hear my voice?
Copyright © George Aul | Year Posted 2015
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