A Night.

I am the shadow in the night,
a silent, formless, drifting wight.
To roam on end, denied respite,
this crow-black soul of mine takes flight.
No matter all the heart’s delight,
I cannot make these feathers white;
no matter all the heart’s delight,
this crow-black soul of mine takes flight
to roam on end, denied respite.
A silent, formless, drifting wight –
I am the shadow in the night.

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