Nightcall

The arm of night
sweeps cracked floors,
Dusty in the dark
grip of silence.

The arm of night
opens the door to
shivering blue, eyes
waiting, watching.

The arm of night
holds up the sky
as it threatens
in falling grace.

nightcall

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