The Condemnation of Darkness
By Turlough
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Hello darkness my old friend
You're here to drive me round the bend
As sultry summers meet their end
You pounce upon my fear and send
Me screaming silently through autumn mist
To dismal depths; a perennial abyss.
Days so short fill me with dread.
It's pointless getting out of bed
When nought but shadows fill my head.
I crave the sun and warmth instead
Of eternal night in Erebus' hole
Where the only light is as black as coal.
I curse our planet's axial tilt,
A fault from which seasons were built.
It makes my mind and body wilt
My mood more sombre as each leaf is spilt
From trees your veil of black mutates,
As each intelligent lifeform hibernates.
Note: The photograph was all my own work, as always, and although I really don’t like autumn, I’m not quite as miserable as my words suggest. I was just being poetic.
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I totally agree with you -
I totally agree with you - hate the shortening days!
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I love the nice, bright,
I love the nice, bright, crisp autumn days. Every night I stand at the window and swear and moan 'Seven/six/five etc o'clock and it's dark ALREADY.' I wish I could hibernate properly, but not being an intelligent life form, that pleasure is denied me.
I enjoyed reading your poem!
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Sympathise with this so much!
Sympathise with this so much!
"Days so short fill me with dread.
It's pointless getting out of bed
When nought but shadows fill my head.
I crave the sun and warmth instead"
I love your jaunty rhythm, too,in contrast to your so well put woe of Winter
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