Then Came Lady Night In All Her Finery

Then Came Lady Night In All Her Finery

A Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTree

We confronted ourselves in the dark that night.
All across the town, homes turned down their lights.
Chairs were pulled up, scraped against bare oaken floors.
Blinds were slowly lowered and locks were turned in their doors.
Children moved silently about, preparing mother's finest dining room mirrors,
For the great Uncovering.
For the great Discovering.

© 2018 UnderTheDeadPoetTree


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Added on August 18, 2018
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UnderTheDeadPoetTree
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Ireland



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