Today the prompt is to post an enigmatic variation, where something is alluded to but not actually described.
Long nights.
The soft feathered shroud of evening falls,
As it is always said to do, although perhaps
It would be better to suggest that it 'settles'
Or 'alights', as falling has a heaviness to it
That belies the reality of dusk, of
Daylight gate, however when it is a shroud
The perhaps it does fall, it does land
Heavily and solidly on the land?
Long hours, long dreams, a reminiscence
That cannot be denied, a dream that spins
And circles without pity, falling, falling,
Yes, indeed falling, a chasm of darkness
And repair, with a soundtrack of horror
And gothic nightmare interwoven in
The fabric of existence.
I do not care if the gloves are white
Or non-existent, they will tap on my
Window again and again, and the
News will repeat without mercy.
(c) 2ndwitch, 04/04/2017
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