Night

There’s

beneath the heavens

a blade that

passes right through,

and in the way the day unsheathes itself;

though beneath the carnage

lingers

true

but

slow

a strange, black beauty.

And in this unfolding

Night is a rose. 

Published by Tonyyy

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