Cold Night - Poem by Sebastian Sandok
I am standing in a field,
I have been here before,
but this afternoon is different.
I am utterly, ghastly alone—
A solitary silhouette on the horizon.
behind me the sun is setting in the west
leaving the day to fade into night.
an evening breeze quietly stirs through the landscape
stilling the remaining songbirds.
the obscurity of the nights shadows
leach out of the forest
onto the grassy savannah where I stand,
where I am rooted.
There are no torches lit or any candles burning,
only the penny punctuation of my cigar
in the growing gloom.
The sweet aroma of aged tobacco
masks the smell of fear.
It distracts from the wolves baying in the distance.
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