poetry

evening by anelephantcant

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poetry

the words I write at eventide
are different from early morning
as darkness falls I search for peace
pre-dawn I send a warning

at dusk my lines come fully formed
reflect my mood now gently pensive
but while sleep lingers in my eyes
the care required is intensive

for when I first rise from my bed
clothed yet in dreams of violence
prepared to battle for my cause
my voice destroys the silence

the hours amble to afternoon
my temper much more mellow
the danger signs no longer red
now more a golden yellow

my muse delivers new ideas
with each passing flake of time
I create with contented heart
my verses now scan and rhyme

but then I see the moon’s dark face
it entwines my mind in gloom
I writhe in pain and bleak grey words
record my certain doom