Libera nos a malo
deliver us from evil
Words echo in shadows of twilight
carved into mind, more chilling than this wind
that stings the cheeks and brings tears to the eyes.
Through the blur of these tears
shadows indistinguishable.Does evil lurk in this falling darkness
or behind the silver strands of the moon.
One solitary owl perched on the fence,
messenger of death and reaper of souls.
And the wind carries the last breath of the old man
the screech of the owl interrupting this stillness of black.
The snow,
it has begun to fall gently, clouds are sprinkling in lace
and the darkness gives way to a blanket of white,
snowflakes dance to a gentle rhythm,
pas a deux on the frosty lake.
Reflections of the nightingale that has begun to sing,
messenger of life and blesser of souls.
And the wind carries the first breath of the new baby
the song of this bird interrupting this stillness of white.
Libera nos a malo
deliver us from evil
And in this night of a thousand shadows,
the breath of death , the breath of life meet between here and eternity,
lingering in forever suspension, in knowledge of black and white,
birth of a conscience.
walk in light in spite of the dark,
know of the dark in spite of the light.
Honorable mention
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BTW, maybe you could tell me how I can applaud a contest nowadays. It used to be something I did all the time before the site upgraded, and now I seem to be unable to do so,
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Thank you for the pleasure of a well crafted poem 
