The curfew bell rang out its lonely call.
The world fell fast asleep at close of day,
and as the shades of night began to fall
some ancient phantoms ushered out to play.
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Hush! My believe was that it's only here in Africa we imagine demons walking about when the day is dead. The poem is dark as the atmosphere it depicted. Nice work, sir.
Thank you. And Joseph. There are more things 'twixt Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy :) (Shakespeare)