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When the night is still

The trees watch silent

The moon watches them

Perceiving what's to come

The wind begins to blow

Corrupting the silence

Libs shaking the air

Cries of the dying

What leaves remain

Fall to the ground

They become the floor

Then fly away in the breeze

Hollow trunks are shelter

for the small and weak

but those greater are lost

in the chaos and darkness

But is this really evil

Is this something to hear

Is this the image of a black soul

are these curses to the light

The reflection of light

in the sky at night

the majesty of luna

the stars in their wonder

Images held to connotations

tying one thing to another

some find fear in storms

others find serenity in them

seems something tragic

that we weep under the moon

hold glory only in daylight

hold only fear in the night

the sun can burn your flesh

the day is where men do evil

the night is for peace and rest

and the comfort of ended toil

are these things really evil

is it something to fear

is this the image of a black soul

are these curses to the light

if so, I know you have never seen evil.