~ a tribute to Emily and Brontëan style poetry, bit of a throwback from the late 80s.
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The night has fallen around us

And the wind, it savagely blows;

A wicked mood is cast upon me,

One from which I cannot go.



Flickering orbs, on lamp posts loom,

casting forth a sickly yellow light;

A storm from deep within advances,

And still no hope for me to go.




Heavy leaded clouds drape the sky,

The paving just as dark below;

Such sight it fails to move me,

I cannot, and I will not, go.






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