User:DarkConundrum

Death of Dusk

The sun resigns,

bleeds out the vestiges remnants of the day.

Exsanguination edges into twilight:

red-brown hangs;

upwards darkens:

blue-brown,

blue-black,

death-black,

disquiet – furtive,

like ghoul-ridden fog.

A sombre moon assumes its role,

gushing silver-white lymph upon the muted scape a prequel of supernatural undertones to chill the scene,

ice the spine,

kill the brain

we have unnerved the very firmament.

But now a shadow closing down the globe: dinosaurian cloud shrouds the moon glaze,

claims the late hour declared in a dying crow caw.

I, the hidden owl

nemesis of claustrophobic minds awake! for mammal flesh fresh,

jerking out its warmth in dance of death.

Rock-still I perch in sculptured oneness with my crooked night-tree,

emanating nocturnal allure.

Together we scowl together we play the dark up

on the land and sky and mind

while you lie as dead in your box.

~Dusk~