Skylar Kendall

(12-18-1992 / San Pedro, California)

The Night


Wind Chilling, whispering by
Leaves fallen gently, speak as they die
The road, long not taken here
The night so cold, the night I fear

The lake so peaceful, glimmering so
in the midnight moon's still and radiant glow
Shadows behind the somber trees
The night so cold, the night makes me grieve

Light from the city, burning so bright
Midnight oil burning, Jazz heard in the long night
Yet I feel unsafe, fear is deep within my heart
The night so cold, the night set us apart

Darkness lurks, shadows call
Death lingers, waiting for us all.
I pray I live, I pray to see
The Night so cold, the night set me free

Submitted: Thursday, July 01, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, July 13, 2010

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