Dark Shadows of the Night

The sun fiery orange,

going over the horizon,

dark shadows lengthening -

soon the curtain of darkness will fall.

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 In my garden shadows like black batwings,

covering most everything,

the moon a pale yellow,

smiling down on me.

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From the darkest corner,

comes my friend Melancholia,

her face so very white,

dark shadows beneath her eyes.

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She looks pained,

while ghostly spirits,

flit and fly about her -

she makes me want to sigh.

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I hear the lonely screech of an owl

and I hear the whispers of the spirits,

as they call to me -

so very lonely in the dark, dark night.

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I step into the dark shadows,

that take a hold of me,

like long black, clasping fingers -

they pull me and Melancholia along.

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So we walk in the silence,

while dark shadows follow us,

here the moon lights the way,

then it’s dark once more.

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Like a spotlight,

shining I go along step by step,

I hear Melancholia sigh -

I know she is crying.

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She loves the beauty of the night,

it is her birthright

and the ghostly twirling spirits -

call out to her from many yesterdays.

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At the end of the garden,

there beneath the tall oak,

we sit and we watch -

dark shadows with the moon play.

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There is a comfortable silence,

no words to say,

ghostly spirits with dark shadows dance -

while the moon highlights this tango.

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A lovely, creepy dark night,

that will fade with the morning light,

for now I listen to the whispers

and the familiar old melodies.

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A sad smile upon my lips,

lost in sweet memories,

Melancholia takes my hand,

it is cold and safe.

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Clouds hide the moon,

as thunderheads warn of rain,

dark shadows hide away

and soon Melancholia will go away.

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I watch her rise.

the ghostly spirits ready to follow,

the owl hoots a sad farewell.

until the next night -

when dark shadows will find us once more.