Enter the Night

This is one of the first poems I've written.

A cold winter’s breeze
            chills the air
The hollow husk of trees
             long since dead
Receive the rushing
              Wind.
Howl. Moan.
Something dreadful
Like a song of mourning
                the moon shudders
Against a frothy blue sky
                Night
unfurls her magnificent darkness
As the day narrowly escapes

The End

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