Stolen
Written by anonymous
This work was last updated November 5, 2019
The night is stolen from me
own shadows become enemy
wicked whispers and spells
or is it the wind?
lights become the enemy
taunt me with distance
between them and their sisters, it is
a world
a half-world
sometimes the moon is beauty
sometimes the moon is naught
stars, only the brightest shine
over my Damocles crown
over my victim potential
the night is stolen from me
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