Night’s talons glisten menacingly 

Light can be perverted with mysterious distortions

High decibel shrieks scrape the silence

Waiting to ambush the meek emotions

Winged illusions touch the glum skies

Deep in the eyes light fades quietly

Reluctance is preyed upon by the night


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