War.
Dark fast erupts with decisive lust,
locks in light's retaliation
between banks of cloud.
and blocks all sight of the sun.
Dusk folds close twilight's early hold,
attacks any last view
of homecoming bird flight
and wraps shadows in black gold.
Night awakens and strikes daylight,
cuts late evening rays from
sunset's victorious edge
and shuts in captives tightly.
War lost in duo's push, what wins
then is descending blackness
but when daylight comes back
sun's battle again begins.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: December 12th, 2018 02:33
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Comments2
A fine write Fay. Looking forward to a few days time, when it starts getting lighter again? Not to wish the year away though.
only 6 months before the nights start drawing in again .
Boo hoo! But they have not drawn in completely yet this year! lol. Your glass always half empty?!
No but the bottle is!!
Your magnificent writings continue with this fine piece Fay.
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