(poems go here) The inching cloud of darkness crept across the sky like impending waves
The landscape was as still and perfect as protected museum artifacts that such a night craves
Uneasiness and curiosity slowly turned into fears
As the realization itself formed as tears
Silence cut through air like a sharp knife as no words were left to say
A soft glow draws in like a seductive snake withering towards its prey
Entering into an unchartered place one might not discover
Alas the churning movements in the skies resemble a scorned lover
Drawing closer and closer to the mystery within
To have ignored the light would be a sin
The slight breeze makes the curtain’s shadow dance
But ends with a sharp glance
As the silence ends with the shattering of glass
And a hovering mass
The dimness of the light reveals such a sight—
The vulnerable truth of the night