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Oct 2010
In the depths of night, long past midnight,
when shadows come out to play.

Spirits moan about the loss of their corporeal bodies,
sounding lost and hollow in their deprivation.

Nightmares with their heaving flanks,
ebony coats glistening, spread their dark visions.

And I, unable to find peace in the arms of sweet sleep,
lie with eyes open,
watching the haunted dance of shadows at the window.
For Can you Spare a Word or 5?
Ebony. Spirits.  Midnight.  Deprivation.  Nightmares.
Judy Ponceby
Written by
Judy Ponceby  Ohio, USA
(Ohio, USA)   
   Judy Ponceby
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