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Umbra

I pray nightly for spiritual protection and for the world.
While my back is turned, I bet spectral forces sarcastically pray while I hope the world is blessed.
May prayers and wishes ascend somehwere beyond the clouds, lost and never to be found but only heard by beings with maybe transcendent wings. The darkest of shadows now seem to attempt to extend like arms yearning to be stretched,
there is a silent war among us but not a sound is ever made.

Lost At Sea

A jagged edge to cease any further struggle is only a few feet away;
things will seem to get better.
You too crumble like the falling rock before you,
stalagmites to impale only await at the botom however.
A tumbling sea and engulfing waves await, this is not the way to depart.
Stretching far and wide, waters will perpetually crash above a watery
grave as you sink to the bottom, lost at sea.


Nox

Caught off guard with the descent of nightfall
and fear fear of th enocturnal, if only drowsiness came sooner.
May an insomniac go on without shuteye or dreams,
you are awake with the things that go bump in the night.
If one listens through the silent stillness, you can hear the house breathe.
Listen to the creatures of the night unravel from the darkest of shadows for
the light is elsewhere weeping.
Futile to count the herders sleep without the will to close your eyes,
even the sandman succumbs to slumber.