A night so black,
Light cannot exist,
Darker even
Than the darkest abyss.
No moon to be seem,
Not a cloud in the sky,
If you hadn't gleaned,
It's not the 4th of July.
The trees so skeletal
Stand crooked and white,
And not another soul
Is within my sights.
My breath becomes a smallish cloud,
And the softest footsteps,
Are still so loud.
Leaves all dead beneath my feet,
As my heart pounds out a lonely beat.
A long walk home it is tonight,
And with no one to share it, my only plight.
No more sound, save for my own,
Unto the solitude, my love has grown.
As cold as the cold wind blows,
And with caution I dare to forgo.
Sprinting fast through the woods,
I wouldn't slow down, even if I could.
Adrenaline rushing through my veins,
But for running, so long I have trained.
Excitement and joyous thrill upon my face,
Nimble and lithe, agility and grace,
As if there were merely a dance or race.
And there is no end, not in sight,
As I run throughout
This DARKEST NIGHT.