Dark Passions
Dark Passions
The night was warm,
the darkness would swarm,
woven in the shadows were haunting forms,
drawing near,
bringing no comfort,
only fear,
it would leave so much ruin
and death behind like a violent storm,
no one could make a story of that night,
it became a veil of madness without light,
dark passion came afterwards without a fight,
the darkness scattered in all directions,
covering up everything in sight.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio