Night
Poems(Random, Different Kind)Night
In the moonlit night,
Under the darkness,
The cloaked being,
Stands watching.
His sickle gleaming,
Catching the stars.
He smells the wind,
And catches fear.
He flickers his fingers,
Always at the ready,
Clutching his sickle lightly.
No steel or walls,
Can ever stop him.
Time has no hold on him,
As he moves so swiftly,
He dances on the moonbeams,
The starlights,
The sun rays,
And the rainbows.
His quest,
Has long been written,
By the hand that guide him,
He follows loyally,
With one purpose.
He has no fear,
But many fear him.
He does not need to eat or sleep,
He does not get tired or weary,
He is not simply a spirit.
Writer's note: Composed Oct. 2, 2017
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