The sunset is a warning
of the chaos of night.
When the horizon floods with black ink
and the sleepwalkers emerge
to dance under the stars.
Witches cackle.
Chanting spells at the moon.
And the sky hides the time,
if it even passes at all.
You can sleep
through the fever dream.
But where's the fun
in being afraid
of the dark.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
The sunset is a warning
of the chaos of night.
When the horizon floods with black ink
and the sleepwalkers emerge
to dance under the stars.
Witches cackle.
Chanting spells at the moon.
And the sky hides the time,
if it even passes at all.
You can sleep
through the fever dream.
But where's the fun
in being afraid
of the dark.