Night whispers secrets to me
Softly, gently in my ear
Mysterious night
So soft, none can hear
Illiusions cast by shadows
Shadows cast by doubt
Darkness binds me
To the illusion of the night
The stars used to comfort me
In my time of desperate need
They are all so cold now
The blackness of Death has stolen them
Hope, doubt, fear, pain
Emotionless people all around me
I turn in circles, looking, searching
In this illusion of the night.
Shadow Christine Hopkins
