Night, The Swarthy Creature Poem by james watkin

Night, The Swarthy Creature



Its out there, with Day's demeanours
Shocked into a blur.
Conveying fear on noiseless pads
The swarthy creature.

A monotony of silhouette
In the times we eat
Waxing sinister in the blinds.
Night's one-faced; complete.

Thursday, October 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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