Monday, 30 January 2012

NightTime


Swirling darkness cloaks the town,
shining sun going down, slowly down,
wicked sounds, sounds of the night,
screaming birds, a child's fright,

Fresh perspective to those who brave it,
obscenities covered, surfaces gleaming,
stars shine, like natural fireworks, sparkling bright
the moon's face in plain, plain sight,

Blacker and blacker does the sky get,
unparalleled silence is now the dark's pet
the roads are empty, the lights are out,
people sleep, till the morning's shout.

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