Candle

In the darkness he sits in silence

wind is blowing past the window

Sunlight is forsaken

He longs for daylight

Blanket of nightfall across his body

Eyes wide open to see the night

Nerves on edge

Waiting for daybreak

Fall he must into lonely sleep

Darkness and haunting

the creepers creep

Apparition visits and all is well

She touches his forehead

which breaks the spell

she sits by his side and sings him to sleep

She blows out the candle

No more fears dare to creep

 

 

 

About Bruce in the City

I have been writing my blog since 2010. I was inspired to do so after enjoying an amazing meal with some friends of mine here in Toronto. I decided to tell everyone about my great night and the fabulous restaurant I went to and shazam my blog was born!
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