This is the nightA Poem by FrontierBlending
with the night becoming
its shadow, Who
knew this acquaintance Could
keep me strong Darkness Stealth Vengeance are my true friends. Whispers
have become my language, and
my footsteps, the wind, having
made a cocoon out of the world’s sin. My
movements are possessed by
dusk, even my body seems
to be animated by
dark matter. Human
emotions, a library I sit in
during the day and by night,
I try to go unnoticed by
the sun warriors, bearers of fire, the
vibrations of star noise. The
black lake, a midnight mirror where
I spend my hours, tells me
my story in so many ways. The
sun’s rays can’t get to me, I’m
a void and I live to cross dimensions, to
stare at you without eyes
and take you with me. © 2014 FrontierAuthor's Note
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