Sundown.
Comes the darkness.
The shadows are king
And the night wings slip away.
Sundown.
The Storm breathes evil
Upon the waters
With deep hated breath.
The boy felt it.
He heard the violent voice
Hissing through
The punishing front.
Sundown,
The boy was thinking.
Sundown,
Comes the long reign of
Day’s corruption
Where hellhounds roam freely
Through each beating heart.
Light eternal
Wrapped in chains
Held prisoner by the tangled starlight web.
Victim
Subject
Delicate
Dangling
Comes the darkness
And the great assumption
That the First Day
Will be transmitted
Once again
Sundown. Comes the darkness.
The shadows are king
The night wings slip away
Sundown.
The Storm breathes evil down upon the waters
with deep hated breath.
The boy felt it.
He heard the violent voice hissing through
the punishing front.
Sundown,
the boy was thinking.
Sundown,
may the light of dawn
once again cover the air and land and sea
with warmth.
May there be others listening
bringing kindness
To the weary world.
(revised 12/17/2020
