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

Tags: poetry, stolen


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