Nov 4, 2021
1 min read
Rambling Back in Time
Poetry
The day has eyes. The night has ears;
the monster within, unbidden tears.
Think you’re escaping,
run into yourself, bang
longest way round, shortest way home,
t’was the night before All Souls
dark and cold and dreary.
Full, dark, black, night.
For lettered and for unlettered alike,
