Closing Time Poem by soren Barrett

It had been a cold gray day, shadows reached out to greet him before he knocked on darkness' door
Night had always been a gracious host, serving him sweetened dreams and a warmed glass of hope
But tonight he had different expectations
Cold bitter nightmares, a martyr's drink, served with aged crow lay on the table
He felt a draft blow through his bones, the kitchen now closed
A meager cold supper on a winter's night