Shallow darkness sees its chances,
In neurotic-fledged romances,
In its glimmer-quick advances,
As the shadows view the dances.

Soothing darkness sees its reasons,
In the Poetry of seasons,
In the sky stars are the beacons,
As the shadows view attritions.

Shaded darkness sees its functions,
In nightmare-like trepidations,
In colossal operations,
As the shadows view damnations.

Suddenly, I feel alone.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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