' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Dark Was The Night (For Onelia)
D Dónall Dempsey
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The noise
tore the quiet
as if the night
were made of paper.
Out of
the torn sound
an owl emerged
with a little creature
still struggling
in its talons.
The moon now
blindfolded by clouds
as if she were
Justice herself.
The dark
flooded back
ruthlessly whispering
“You didn’t see that! '
A little stream
gurgled unseen
as if it was been
strangled.
The night had lost
its romance.
Death echoing
like our footsteps
in the... stillness.
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