Children gather around the night,
clutching its lingering darkness.
Tender black arms, invitingly wrapped over,
and draped about their starched white bodies.
Eyes gape wide open.
Pupils swollen from the absence,
dried by evil stares.
Their thoughts seem to wonder in and out.
Pale, lifeless minds clouded with fear.
Souls cry in the wind, as the last, rich drop of blood,
is sucked from their still hearts.
It shoots through the veins, and out the stretched fingers.
Blood gathers at the corners of the mouth.
Caught by the dried, sticky, paste of life.
Pulled by the unseen force, taken prisoner in a dream.
The night captures all thoughts and screams.
An emptiness, obstructed from light.
Engulfed all, sound and light.
As they become one, with the night.
-Cody Young
Take a moment, I'll be conduit, you see it wrong, what
makes you do it. It's never planned for us to sin, an
outside force, helps you give in. Righteousness is not
forgot, only muddled by an outside plot. The devil's
scheme shows great aplomb, just making sure he's not
home alone.
-Francis X. Gould Sr.
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