Evening Stroll
The moon hangs before meLike a blood rusted scythe
In cold contrast to the sky
Consumed in clouds of black
Briefly lit by lightning
The chill in the evening air
Seeps into my deepest flesh
A mist sets in all around
Hanging like death's shroud
Damp as a moldy crypt
The earth itself is blackened
'Neath the night's starless veil
Even the insects don't stir
Nothing dares make a sound
In this dark night hour
How eery this place is
Suiting more to a graveyard
Than this neighborhood
I push on, relishing the chill
Of my October evening stroll
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