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THE DARKLING

fear drives the dark 

death rides sight unseen 

devise a wicked threshold 

miles gained catching sleep 

lost dreams and vague debris 

passers by and in between 

the momentum of obscurity

 

time flickers in a snap

flees the instance 

outline against bright beams 

the moving silhouette

breathes sweet regret

the weight of grief 

hanging from trees 

a slow swing of the dead

 

the tears of misery bleed

soon to seed

sharp stabs seeking green 

a means to plunge deep 

seeking a pulse to beat 

true goes the steady stream

flowing tree to tree 



shadowy bends bow to break

twisted sprigs of climbing feet

knots in tangled trunks beneath

a crown of twigs joined to extend 

obscure limbs held content 

a sea of branches transcends

rises steep to oversee 

beyond the leaves 




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan