Atoned

The sliver of light came pouring in
The witching hour then chimed on the clock,
Birth of shadows, the children of sin
Marching in time with the tick and tock. 

I lied in bed, my gaze impaled
The dancing shadows slinking through,
Rising like from a secret vale,
The magic nightly born anew.

Each second passed, a sin did too
Every dancer a memory wore,
Then dawn arrived as if on cue
For eyes to close and soul to snore.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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