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Not Until Dusk

Updated on September 28, 2014
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Not Until Dusk

By Tony DeLorger © 2012


Not until dusk my sweet,

till those sharp elongated shadows

grasp remaining light like bony talons,

edge ever closer to the last remnants cringing,

pale and wan in the lifeless emptiness of dark.

Then, in the wake of sleeping death,

the creatures of menace enliven the shadows,

stretch sinewy limbs and awaken the hunger,

to scan the desolate landscape of light-less past,

and claw at the possibilities of dominance.

Until that blue luminous mist

parts the seeds of wanton death,

all withdraw into the lost shadows,

still like stone, breath shallow, clenched.

Then, in the wake of blood

does the night squirm from the cries of suffering,

and the quiet surrender of life in passing,

the cycle born of itself, hard and eternal,

perpetuates dreams of deliverance.

Not until dusk my love,

shall we sit cosy warm by our fire,

gouging a hole in the darkness,

and whispering sweet fantasies

to engage our minds in the game of life.

Outside reality bows to our quiet solitude,

our respite within a shell,

ever-wondering what course we take,

in this game of perpetual illusion.

All the while death hovers within a whisker,

and we so content with our lot,

sight sees not our fated oblivion,

our exemption.


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      Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Gus, much appreciated.

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      Gustave Kilthau 5 years ago from USA

      Hey Tony - You trying to scare us? (Well done.)

      Gus :-)))

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      Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Much appreciated Rahul, glad you enjoyed it.

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      This is terrific Tony... the poem took me some where... where It was bone-chilling to walk... all I cared about there was my life...

      Dark Gothic but sends a prime message.... do not neglect life

      Great poetry!

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      Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Glad you were affected by my dark thoughts cat on a soapbox. Thanks for dropping by.

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      Catherine Tally 5 years ago from Los Angeles

      Oooh, Tony- this is so gothic and dark! It is foolish for us to take life for granted, but the hovering spectre of death in the darkness is unsettling indeed!