The Night Becomes

Shadows hovering within sunsets grip. Nothingness in darkness, we slowly slip. To roam the fields without fear. And swallow the visions of what they hold near. Moonlights glow covers the way. One must be-There are rules to obey. With wanting lust and veins to bleed. The night becomes of wants and need. Following in the ever open hunt. From deep forest to waterfront. This hunger will never for now be. In pleasure and pain, they will appease. The stars suddenly elegantly grow dim. A wrathful sunrise to begin. Hidden, waiting, and turning once more. This is always as the night before.

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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1 Response to The Night Becomes

  1. KT Workman says:

    Darkly lovely…


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