The Call Of The Night



As sun sets, as all around prepares to sleep.

Do you hear it?

Those murmers, as the gloom descends,

The sun failing, as nights blanket envelopes all.

Solitude now, thoughts prevail, their pace quickens;

For now the shadows shall play.

What terror I understand, as blackest tendrils probe,

Feeding, breeding therein!

Solace! What bitter lover are thee?

Wrenching fear and cold sweat,

Creeping, malicious paranoia you are!

The only comfort, those first birds at dawn.

As sunrise, hasten your temporary retreat.

We will meet again.....

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