Lament Of The Shadows - Poem by Vincent Bayer
Are the shadows of the night.
Like wild distorted figures
In some half remembered dream
They leap and dance with dark delight
And scream the silent scream of night
And in an hour
Their dream plays out
As dawn draws near
And from the armor of the sun
They choose a path
Down which they run
In desperate flight
From mornings swords
From summers lightning lords...
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