Obscurum per obscurius

A new poem

They were looking at the wind

Through the dark sky of the night

With all the might of their blackened eyes

The wandererers of the night came to all the rooms

That were closed or so we thought

With those strange looks there was nowhere to go

We never expected it could be like so

Why do they only appear in the hours

When no one else seems to be in the house?

It may be the silence of darkness that links them

To the blankets of fear that surround the mortal souls

Run to your heart

For a few more hours

The visions of stars may help us become

Stronger to step out and become

Like those wanderers of the night

Fear and courage always go together

Even when those black and reddish eyes

Stare at you in the smallest of hours

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