…is my battleground

The day finally draws to a close
the sun is dropping rapidly, the light is fading
I see the line between earth and sky
and I hear the clamour of the winds
shadows reach out for me, as I lie here in my pools of misery
in the moments before the oncoming night
I hear the songs of darkness
calling to me in their cold sibilant whispers
and dread flows over me
I hear a leaf falling upon the ground
fear is heavy a weight upon my soul, holding me in place
my soul remembers the wounds that we shared
and the shadows that we feared
I wander slowly into the depths, past the ruins of everything
the night is now my battleground
and the dragons of dreams await
© Ann Bagnall