Past Dark

• Sarah Trew, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2013

As all colour began to fade away
I began to hate the brightness
And pray for end of day
When all light is gone from the land
When night closes the grasping fingers of his gnarled hand
When my brethren and I,
Roam wild might we
Stalkers of the calm
Killers of the weak
Unforgiving, unrepentant
Murder while you sleep
We are in your minds
Your fears are our commands
We are your nightmares
Evil falls where we creep.