Drifting helpless on waves of night
black as raven’s wings, they blanket me
a siren song serenades shadows
achingly beautiful, calls me to her
drawing me out of the darkness into the light
fear, glassy and still, stalks my depths
disguised in a summer dress
© Ann Bagnall

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