Cloaked in black,
the night steals
daylight,
until only shadows
survive.
A celestial blanket
unfolds across the sky,
pinpoints of magic,
and wishes,
and dreams.
Disguised from the world,
new faces are worn
on the autumn-crisp streets.
Anonymity brings
possibility.
One full moon
sees all.
Her white light reaches
through dark branches
to touch the ground.
No one can hide
what they were,
what they are,
what they are destined to be,
for the night knows.
And she doesn’t forget.
Chris
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Oooooh. Creepy cool!
ReplyDeleteNice! I love Halloween anyway, and this is a great poem, very fitting. :-)
ReplyDeleteVery clever. I like it, Chris!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Wish I could write like that.
ReplyDeletePoetry is my fave!
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