Wild The Night

Cast shadows in the cutting darkness,

Bitter winds without,

Keening darkly, piercing souls.

Grey to black the skies succumb,

Hell’s fortune takes a hold.

 

Cloaking stars, this shroud of night

Bedevilled,

Fraught intention.

Limbs yield, submit to strength,

Trees sway in rapt attention.

 

Too chilled the dusk

To venture forth,

Impending nightfall blurs the track,

A wanted warmth remains inside

Where comfort welcomes back.

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