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The Music of Dusk

Mutant · 2008-12-08T01:20:22Z

Night wraps its violet ‘round winter’s pale day With echo and shadow and absence of light. There’s a shape in the darkness, a flutter of gray And you shiver and strain, lusting madly for sight. A great silence spreads wing, not a whisper is spoken. You wrench your eyes shut as you bite back a cry. And suddenly, now, that dead silence is broken- Further back in the wood sounds a musical sigh. And a flurry of bass notes comes down on your ears And they beat and they tear their way into your mind Deadly, beautiful seconds blend through into years And the music assaults you from front and behind. And now you search vainly for morning’s stale musk- How broken you are with the music of dusk.