THEATRE OF THE DARKA Poem by Eagle CruaghThe end of lightTHEATRE OF THE DARK
The sun drops behind the dark
Hush the earth is still
No living creature moves
Wondering if it ever will
Little padded feet on foam
A solitary figure not aloud
Singular method of the night
To lure an angel out to roam
Sinister figures wandering here
Where only time will tell
As the dark excludes the light
All that`s left is hell
---- Eagle Cruagh
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