the night that wounds..

across the road..

in the scene of darkness..

with the groom of thunder..

blast in this hollow wetness..

the earth one ground..

will it kept it up from tumbling down..?

each breath it takes..

brings clouds to wander in chaos above..

till when ‘tis gift one have, always be one to crown..

when the path that once lay open, now tightly bound

the woods that spread, now dust in lost..

burnt by the keeper, now blind in fold..

the sun will fairly shine..

as it course has long lost gone..

it’ll dimly light..

leaving the dark to rule it wound..

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-pen off-