Fade This One to Black

Black shrouds of darkness

as dark as the night

black shadows dancing

across the night sky

by the light of the moon

with wings outstretched

bats playing in the shadows

shades of gray

fading away

turning into inky black

a void of despair

that clutches at a broken heart

when love fades into darkness

not even the light of a glowing candle

can take away the gloom

try as you might

in the farthest corners

scary shadows of darkness remain

black the color of mystery

unknown to what it brings

stepping into the dark shadows

searching for what is ahead

be it a friend or stranger

in shadow land no one knows

black and silent

no sounds around

darkness closes in like a tomb

when despair takes over

across the night sky

dark gray clouds roll in

just before a storm

with spidery fingers of lightning

just before the clash of thunder is heard

black is unknown

gazing into the darkness

as spirits fly about

hands reaching out from beyond

black shrouds of darkness

like spilled ink

dripping over all

nothing beyond

just velvety blackness

lit only by the stars and the moon

seeming to stretch into eternity

waiting for the dawn to come soon

fade this one to black

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Perspycacious 15 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Gypsy - I will have to come back and read this one again to see what I must have missed. My first reaction was to wonder why the second line is even in the poem, if we are to think of deep black night. I kept anticipating more linkage to the black velvet feelings. I'll be back.


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bravewarrior 15 months ago from Central Florida

Reading this in the darkness that prevails just before dawn awakens a new day brought your words to life. Shadows of the night lead to reeling thoughts and imagined images.

Interesting poem, Rasma. This is a bit of a stray from your normal style. If I had a button, I'd vote it up.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 15 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

I get a bit melancholy as the change of season once again approaches. I am interested in your thoughts so let me know. I do have many different thoughts and feeling running through the poem Demas.

Thank you Shauna. Darker inspiration usually come to me toward autumn.


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bravewarrior 15 months ago from Central Florida

Oops! I meant ...brought to life by your words. That's what happens when I try to communicate at 6:00 in the morning!


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BlossomSB 15 months ago from Victoria, Australia

That velvety darkness hangs around in winter, but we're nearly out of it now and looking forward to spring. Love your poem.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 15 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

I never attempt to communicate before 6 closer to 11 Shauna. Luckily there are only two I have to consider my hubby and my cat.

Thank you. You're lucky that spring is coming Blossom. My one fantasy had always been to try to follow spring and summer all over the world.


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manatita44 15 months ago from london

Exquisitely well done. Much discernment here, a quality I absolutely love in poems. Beauty in darkness. Excellent!


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Gypsy Rose Lee 15 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you Manatita.

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