She walks in beauty

Like a halo in the night

She never fears what is hidden in the darkness of night

Nor the constant piercing eyes

That rest within the shadows of blackness

Or the radiance of the nightfall abyss

Her subtle movements

Give conscious awareness to something

“Not seen”

For it is the smell of anonymity

That remains the centerpiece

Of her darkest dreams

Though she fights in constant battle

To keep those raging screams, within her

And secretly begs for her relief

That only comes

Within the “Darkest of Hours”

 

Written by

G E Shaw