The Night

The day has drawn to an end
and the Night has arrived.
The stars and moon shine brightly
in the distant sky.
The wind is ferocious
causing the trees to twist and turn.
My hair flies around my head
slapping my face as a hand would do.
I cringe as I push back
memories that have haunted me.

I look down
at the water below me.
It tosses and churns
as it hits the edge of the cliff.
The sound travels to my ears
as I close my eyes.
I say to the wind, the moon and stars, and the water-
The Night has come...

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