Lament Of The Shadows Poem by Vincent Bayer
Lament Of The Shadows
Dark
Are the shadows of the night.
Like wild distorted figures
In some half remembered dream
They leap and dance with dark delight
And scream the silent scream of night
And in an hour
A day
A year
Their dream plays out
As dawn draws near
And from the armor of the sun
They choose a path
Down which they run
In desperate flight
From mornings swords
They cringe
From summers lightning lords...
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