Armor Of The Night-Time Poem by Raffael PonceValencia
Armor Of The Night-Time
Submersed in a sleet of white snow severed by streaks of black shadows,
I rest my head in darkness.
The warmth cradling my skull,
encasing me in a protective motherly embrace.
I rest peacefully until the light beckons me to wake,
and I slip the snow and wipe the shadow from my face,
And warm and rested greet the morning with as much pleasure as I do the night.
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