Darkness Is The Final Sight

• Tim Emmerich, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2011

Shadows creep across the land
Like a gnarled and ancient hand
Seeking but just one small thing
Someone who will let them in
Your happiness drives it away
So darkness waits for another day
Ever waiting for its time
When moon is high and sun doesn't shine
Shadows creep across the land
And one day you shall take their hand
Guided by the pale moonlight
No longer with a fear of night
Darkness is the final sight