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I know the night
For I have broken its grip
Upon my angst-ridden soul
my path sliced from solitude
through blinding darkness
I have seen beyond the shroud
Footsteps, the nightwalkers call
Intrigue the sleepless mind
Instilling fear, concern, jealousy
enthralling incarcerated ears,
demanding consideration, a glance
curtains edge, raise upon my stage
your gaze fails to break through
the shadows of my forbidden existence
I pass unseen, beyond your window
Footsteps, the nightwalkers call
I know the night
© Paul Nichol 2013
