There’s a mystery in tonight.
How the silky darkness wraps the
World in her threads of woven
Silence and sleep.
And the wind rustles the trees
Softly, like a gentle sigh, as if the
Dangers are not a part of her allure.
A dark seductress, sliding through
The sky after her bright lover, never
Reaching the pure shine of him.
A certain shadow hangs over
The night. Moonless, as if she
Could not bear to smile upon
The earth tonight; stars still
Gleam, but dully, having none
Of the luster of other nights.
The wind. Mournful and
Distraught. It combs through the
Wooded area behind the house.
Searching, reaching. She seeks the
Dazzling vibrance of a day she’s
doomed to never see.
There’s a mystery in tonight.
Author notes
No real plot or anything.
Kind of, as soon as the words came, I wrote them.
It's a work in progress, I guess.
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