Fall into darkness
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Elizabeth Beaton, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2004
Faltering here on the precipice
Torched by the incandescent stars
Nightfall has claimed you for one of her own
Your meagre arms riddled with scars
Gradually losing your gravity
Surrendering to the abyss
Libidinous fingers of ebony
Are clutching and clasping your wrist
Prolonged by your own cruel suffering
You fall as the last of your kind
Quiescent and fragile: you plummet to earth
Sundering your soul from your mind
I could save you from cavorting demons
From darkness that tears you apart
But the nightfall prevails in pernicious intent
Engulfing your limbs and your heart