Night’s Eternal Shadow

Night’s Eternal Shadow
by Paul Mansfield Keefe

eyes like gray skies stare out from fragility
hands withered and mottled
nails and hair growing like spring’s wildness

he calls out for one last taste of freedom
one last breath beyond the clutch of life’s mortality
beyond the pain of memory, the false hope of dreams

let not night’s eternal shadow fall

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