As the dark, stifling night time comes slowly creeping in,
As the day has gone as dark as a new moon,
Shadows on the wall warn you, of what
Must come to pass too soon.
The time of the hidden swamp creatures that sing,
Deep in the bowels of the night, blacken the
Waters within the heart, running
Pebbles on the spine.
As the shadows on the wall stop still, as the
Creatures' song fades gray, a voice
In a head says, "Now," a shot
Heard not so far away.
The moon takes on a crescent shape, as it
Reflects the sun's rising light, the song
Of the night has fallen quiet, a
Bugle is tapped.
Copyright Denise A White