DEATH OF THE NIGHT.

Dusk is here,

Beneath the Celestial darkness,

Lays a vagabond called death,

Lingers out in the shadows,

Through his apt magic,

Turns the hearts of men and nature,

against other men.

Trekking in the pathways of the night,

is tempting Death himself,

Man’s presence in outside his abode,

Devoid of the aubade star,

is an allure for the hideous baron of the night,

For only the astute,

May survive past the “ante- meridiem”.

by Brian Nzomo.