Cliffs Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Darkness surrounding everything, filling pockets of
emptiness with it's chilling effects.

Daring life to come and play upon cliffs of death, it
falters, misses steps.

Standing out upon the dunes, staring out over sandy moors
of time, life practices it's daily rhymes.

Pretending not to notice the impending doom of night, it
carefully slips behind some rocks, out of sight.

Keeping it's life well hidden in the dark of night,
surrounding all with empty pockets full of blackened light.