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A Blanket of Black
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A Blanket of Black |
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lanaia74 Member
since 2006-08-25
Posts 67 |
The wolves howl in the desolate background The owl screeches eerily above my head This is the kind of night that makes you feel hell bound Kind of like the night and evil wed. A kind of night that makes me uneasy to be alone So dark the night feels like a blanket covering me So deathly cold I feel chilled to the bone So dark I can't see in front of me, No moon shining down so I can see For daylight I would pay a few It is like I have to feel my way step by step Unlock the darkness help me find the key. Wishing I could feel the sunshine on my face But all I can feel is dampness and a chill All I can see is darkness' black lace The blackness seems it's overflowing it may even spill. Nothing I can do to change the darkness in the night Needing to face my fears of the devilish black The dark and blackness give me an ungodly fright Courage against the black I lack. |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
You've set the scene so well in your opening lines. You draw the reader in by describing the both sounds and feel of that eerie night. Your phrase "black lace" used to describe the darkness really captured my imagination. I can remember watching black clouds one night and that's exactly what they looked like, black lace over a pale, pale moon. Enjoyed reading your poem very much! |
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