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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

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