Twilight’s Silence

Black night swallows jungle clearing.
A ghostly wind shakes leaves and grass.
In the wilderness, beyond the villages,
men aged to their end before the moon.
Dark, cold, the ditch beneath the brush,
empty light curls between the branches.
The trees cast crouching shadows and
spectral stars howl from up above.
Extinguished torches join the night:
Cracks and snaps break twilight’s silence.

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