Darkshine Poem by Patti Masterman

The darkshine births in darkened biers,
where darkly shine the last lamps of evening;
the moon with its hidden dark-side fires.

Darkshine the eyes of the cat, in shade,
full as owls eyes, in deepest twilight,
midst leaves much darker, till darkness fade.

Darkshine the water in midnight wells plundered,
blacker than flows the manes of wild horses,
water pooled where deeper darkness slumbered.

Darkshine wings, under the clouds,
shadowing all of the darkling paths;
as darkshine crowns the most secret deaths.