fleur the tulip sniper

Stygian Night - Poem by fleur the tulip sniper

overtakes noon;
as shadows take flight,
demons race past the overcast dune.

the incipid cloud that is cast,
revives somber memories past.

hellish howls
fill the chilled air,
from the underworlds bowels.
the night is alight with dispair

penumbra night,
a million souls will feel your bite

an epic fight
and a vain struggle
against the nefarious knight
an ocean of blood, to-knight merely a puddle

a million die
each a martyr for their own soul
everyone cries
for the life that it stole

night has taken its grim toll

they bleed and wait
the night grows late

the stygian night grows light
with a million souls plight

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 25, 2010

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