Twisted Shelter

Darkness is a mistress dressed in deep purples, blues and black,
Thickened with fog, her cloak is tainted with the blood of innocents.
She robs them of their voices as safety has surrendered all,
To her steel, cold claws that cut and tear away all sense of self,
Virtue and compassion now exist in the dark as her wicked hostage.
Damaged, frayed and frightened when they must leave her now,
To venture into the light of day and walk among the sheltered.


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