by Brendan Stoneham
Hiding in the light, the shadow dwells within herself.
As the sun sets, the dark rose rises,
And the shadow spreads its claws.
Overtaking alleyways and streets,
Till midnight black sets the air like concrete.
Everywhere is covered,
The shadow covers light,
And everywhere is the shadowy woman anti-light,
So even the moonlight gives up futile fight.
Brendan continues his heroic effort to publish a poem a day on his own website. Take a look at Poem a day guy