THE MORNING

When is the morning
When will it dawn
This night of blackness
Goes on and on
The black God of night
With eyes like bright stars
Shinning from dark heavens
On earth cold and black
On wings of black fire
On steed fast as wind
Back through time
On the arms of the night
The satanic forces
At work or at play
Will haunt me forever
Until my dying day..

W.J.K.

THE MORNING

papadad

Joined January 2008

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Black poem about the coming morning

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