Day 14: Murder in the Morning

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Poetry Camp (February)
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Day 14: Murder in the Morning

1

The night, the stars and nature all around
   May very well dispute this witness here,
Who blabbers on in poetry unsound,
   That all my testimonies none would hear.
My name, I chance not say in this appeal,
   Lest I am compromised; but every line
      You read will bear a witness to the terror
Of all my nights, which makes the blood congeal;
   I pray to never falter this design,
      That this appeal will be without an error.

2

When twilight's bluer shades are colored black,
   And day's courageous deed replaced with fear,
And daft police dispensed to more attack,
   The night, in robes of black, would thus appear;
The night, so clear and black and beautiful,
   And stars, a-glinting bright with all their strength,
      Have come too late to bear the watch last night,
For April clouds of yesternight did pull
   Across the vast expanse of heaven's length
      To hide a bloody deed, a horrid sight!

(To be continued . . .)

A/N: Yep. My poetic imaginings are taking a darker turn of mind! ( O_O )

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