darkness lays down in the valley
like periwinkle, invading and
creeping around sleeping souls
in a vain attempt to influence
their dreams... magical fingers
play the darkness like a well-tuned
Stratovarius, lonely melodious
sounds stream out through the
dank, dark air winding and
intertwining with the devil's
enbibed a few hours before...
demons on crutches hobble
around like drunken sailors
in search of those who failed
to leave early... magpies howl
at the harvest moon, forcing
an illuminated darkness that
stifles all hidden persuasions as
the morning lays claim on all
who believed in its returning.
September 24, 2023
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