The Reign Of The Nightchildren Poem by Phil J Hambling

The dusk has made a promise of night
The shadows of feelings stretch out into the branches and the gnarled fingers signal the gloom
The birds circle the cycle of life around the death of another day
The clocks measure the moment
As the dying sun screams for mercy
The moon waits in the wings in her silken night wear
The alleys and pathways darken in the dance
Stepping down the spiral staircase of the eventide
The neon world dances into being
Foxes strut into the dream of the dark world of the creatures born to the night
The day dies alone in the line of its ancient ancesty
Safe in the promise of an inheritance of a golden morning
To follow the demise
Of the reign of the nightchildren