The night was warm,
the darkness would swarm,
woven in the shadows were haunting forms,
bringing no comfort,
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
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