craggy apex
TW: Gun Violence and Racism
|| Darkness won with ease, the fight against the sun.
Murk filled up the air until the sight was none.
In the voided dark of this glooming night
loomed the Blue Moon’s trail of cerulean light.
Gleam turned red from the drivers passing by;
the monster with the sirens followed nearby.
Pounced on someone’s car, brought it to a halt.
He shaked with terror for he hadn’t been at fault.
Monster stalked his prey, better pray for life,
The color of his hands would surely cause a strife.
Panic set in; the law would find his flaw.
and his eyes teared up as he clenched his jaw.
“Good evening sir, what do we have here?”
smile across its face as it would sniff his fear.
He spoke with courage, calmly, loud and clear:
“Other than the dusk, nothing would appear.”
“Nothing wrong with nights, except that they’re black”.
And the braveness he upheld had begun to crack.
So should he act dead or try to fight back?
Or could he just let the monster attack?
“Sir couldn’t this be dropped? Got better
stuff to do than be bullied by a cop.”
Then the fear in his voice halted to a stop.
Silence heard it clearly:
Pop,
Pop,
Pop.
Life turned to shadows dressed in dark maroon,
and the lonely witness was the night’s Blue Moon.||
gleaming otter