Shadows of the Evening

by David A

Before the numberless starry orbs up high
Looked on me, silent prisoner of the hour,
Unblinking as if sleep should hold no power
Patiently shielding me from morning nigh
The sky was bright, too warm a burning smile,
And in that grave minute when the deep blue 
Gave way to ashen frowns, I wish I knew
What moved across the sky from their exile?
Just right before they fell, I did not know 
The evening shadow would descend so soon
And shade the Earth, devouring the noon.
I could not know those shadows would bestow
A cover for the creatures who’d wrestle
Me to my darkest dreams and bleakest hell.

The Poor Print

The Oriel College Student Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, SCR, and Staff. Current Executive Editors: Monim Wains and Siddiq Islam

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