Posted in Blog, Original Poetry, Writing

Silent It Comes

In a daring shade
darkness shines.
Draw a cold breath,
the night shall bind.

Looming moon.
Shadows alive.
Quickly coming,
nowhere to hide.

Harrowing cries,
a run, a flight.
The end is near,
the night will bite.

Silent and swift,
the darkness won.
The end is now,
the night is done.

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