Shadows fall silent
across the threshold
devouring the light
all becoming one with the night

the night, a dark seductress
is gathering lost souls
and broken hearts
in her palace of darkness

she would seduce the sun
if the moment was right
and the silent moon
makes no judgement

© Ann Bagnall

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