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Untitled Poem-

A man comes at eventide,
on horseback through the countryside.
You cannot stop him. No one has tried.
His name is night. The day has died.

He is the nocturnal shadowtide.
His veil behind him souring, glides.
It spreads the night into the skies.
With the stars in sight, the day has died.

In pure silence he swiftly strides.
Across the moonlit forest floor he rides.
He is upon you, the whippoorwill has cried.
His name is night, the day has died.

Description
Untitled Poem-

A man comes at eventide,
on horseback through the countryside.
You cannot stop him. No one has tried.
His name is night. The day has died.

He is the nocturnal shadowtide.
His veil behind him souring, glides.
It spreads the night into the skies.
With the stars in sight, the day has died.

In pure silence he swiftly strides.
Across the moonlit forest floor he rides.
He is upon you, the whippoorwill has cried.
His name is night, the day has died.