When Night Rejects The Light

IT GLIDES SURREPTITIOUSLY TOWARDS THE DARKNESS
as cold rain dilutes sorrows
WEAVING SHADOWS WAVE GAILY AT A JOSTLING CROWD
displacing bleak reflections
IN A THEATRE OF FALSE HOPES THERE ARE NO SCRIPTS
just plain gibberish or ad lib
NIGHTMARES PLAY THEIR ROLE AS AGENTS OF TERROR.

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