'Dance of Midnight'

Sadness stroked its
filmy veil with fingers light
and satin smooth
against the silent ripple
of unshed sorrow.

Its eyes of darkest midnight
revealed a depth of soullessness
entrapped within a hollow cave.

A sigh escaped its tepid lips
to echo within the silent tomb.

While fleeting sparks
of unwanted light
inhaled the blackened perfume
of darkness
to drown beneath the quiet flood
of sadness: deep and lasting

By: Tarin Glenn-Brown