The setting sun paints the horizon with blood.
The trees sway in mourning of the life of daylight.
The air grows thick with silence,
As the crimson fades to the black of twilight.
Night lights the soul-lanterns that dot her cloak
As she descends to shade the world
From the fading warmth of day.
The wind whispers false yet gentle caresses
To the lamenting trees as the dew glistens
In the pale glow of the solemn orb above.
Oh lady night, wrap me in your presence,
Give me the cold comfort only you can give.
Let the crimson on my skin fade like that in the sky,
Let the darkness wash over my scarred soul.
Let the silver waves purify my blackened heart.
The black silk of misery shrouds my thoughts,
Like the pain of the past clouds my eyes.
The tatters of my emotions flutter
In the wake of my last breath
As I give myself to the tender, bladed arms of night.
It's been so long since I have posted, and for that I am sorry. I have run very low on money and have came to the decision to get rid of a lot of older works, to add new. This will have to happen till I can pay for more quota room. thank you.
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