Shadows.

As the sun sets
and darkness
starts to creep.
It begins to turn
the world into
a pitch black abyss.
Wind starts to blow
Omenously icy and cold.
The moon visible behind
the silhouette of the bough,
as the wolves go out
with a spine-tinggling howl.
Deep in the shadows
is a man with yellow eyes.
He escaped the gallows
The night – his disguise.
He bears no fear
as he walks on by.
And the midnight wind steers
a passerby’s cry.

MR@2016

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