The day is fading into dark…

The day is fading into dark
The night is coming on and soon
And this deserted bit of park
Is swept by wind and litter-strewn

The hills are dark and filled with fear
As birds go soft and ghosts come near
And all I wish I’d never said
Takes residence as king inside

My head

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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