Herbert Wilson


Dark scarves the day blanketing over the light,
Black, victorious once again, riding the night,
Out with the candles and the poor children cry,
Watching with fear as this cape swoops the land,
All is black.

For light is a weakness,
Compared to the truculent black,
Night creeping over the lantern of the earth,
Dangerous and unjust, it drapes over the safe,
We remain on this moonless black night.

Cold, damp, awaiting the savior of time,
Time that will indeed bring us the comfort of light,
An era which takes an eternity to pass,
Not seeming to ease the minds of the hopeless.

The night diminished,
The light reborn,
The night hiding for yet a moment,
The light struggling to keep ahead,
But when the light must depart,
All is black.


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