Here's a poem that I wrote while bored out my mind in study hall:


NIGHT


The wispy midnight air

The sad song of the banshee reruns its course

The willow sheds it’s bark, the age rings dissolve to dust

The hollow gap between the rotting leaves

The burning candle descends to wax
The salted tears swell my sight

The dark begins to turn to light

This is the end, the end of the night

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