" Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. "
Robert Frost was perhaps not alone in realizing the essence of the night...
A shadow befriended the night a long time back and tonight it beckons its friend again...
The shadow towered over the night landscape,
And peeped inside the frosted panes
Glimpsing a myriad of blurry shape,
That had abandoned the mystery shrouded lanes.
Wearied, it reclined on the moonlit streets
And listened to the nervous nocturnal noise,
The tap of wood, the shuffling of feet,
And the whisper of leaves in a muffled voice.
And the shadowy black absorbed it all,
A mannerism devoid of fright
And heaved itself up against the wall,
For lonelier voyage into the night.
The shadow had traveled for long in dark
And knew each footstep, the left from right,
The blind alleys, the secret spots in the lovers park
For the shadow was one, familiar with the night.
