Day has not turned to night. Yet darqueness has swiftly descended like the hawk hunting its prey.

Brilliant rays of crystal sunlight suddenly overcome by this darqueness. Black as shadows and more bitter than the winter winds.

The encompassing warmth once surrounding this soul now empty as the vast and blackened night.

One kind word is all it would take, to heal the fine crack in this fragile heart.

But yet have you to see this darqueness seeping through my soul like the river through the valleys and mountains of death.

Written & Copyrighted by Jesslan
05 February 1999