EVENING IS A SHROUD

Darkness covers all,
cloaking everything enveloped in her sad embrace.
Her face is hidden, masked and concealed,
not to be revealed in the muted moonlight.
Even stars bright lose their luster, remaining
only a cluster of distant orbs. Evening absorbs
and devours, leaving a pall over the crowd.
Evening is a shroud.

 

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

CREATIVE BLOOMINGS PROMPT #146 – LINE PLEASE

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