A vibrant darkness
Descends, ruffling
The rigid silence.
A siren wails somewhere
Shattering it. Everywhere
The shadows retreat,
Creating space for
Dreams to curl in.
Pale and thin, the
Young moon crawls
Across a cobalt sky,
Behind fast-flying
Clouds that proceed
Without shedding a drop.
Some sound, probably
A mechanical hybrid,
Growls at the shaking
Silence, that stands
Transfixed, staring
With glassy fearful eyes.
Suddenly it stops,
Stumbling over a hand
That presses a lever.
Through it all,
Summer, the sentinel,
Keeps vigil,
Sitting atop the darkness
On a rock outcrop.
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Also read Black : The Color of Night [SHORT STORY]
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