the night was stained black
all stars blotted out
no moon
he’s hiding out there
in the inky dark
for now
the wind gives him up
we creep in slowly
to pounce
muffled by the storm
the raindrops turn red
found you
Published on February 11, 2021
The Hounds of Diana
Everyday Strange 
Brilliantly sinister! 🖤
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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You’re welcome! 🖤
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