For Day Seven of National Poetry Month I bring my attempt at a cleave poem.
Night wings beating a song into the evening
against the morning light, glorious and bright
Enchanting darkness calls to its children
with a tune macabre, with shadow’s dusky dance
until time’s retreat, and the aria serenade
fades into a sunrise echoing past tomorrow
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