Do not fear the dwindling light; the night
In autumn is no ordinary dark
From pain and sorrow it grants a respite
As we approach the fixed, unmoving mark
That strong bulwark that divides life from death
With each rosy dawn and orange twilight
Grows softer and retreats, like indrawn breath
Such that some fallen soldier or dead knight
Might through a midnight meadow wander free
Mutely to stare at unbelieving eyes;
Or a forgotten maiden, fair to see
Might use some waltzing leaves as a disguise
And dance from Death's domain into our own
Her sparkling gown by hands skeletal sewn
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This is a humble, hopefully haunting submission for Mike Singleton's Octoberon Unofficial Dollar Prompt Challenge, the details of which can be found below:
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D. J. Reddall
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