Ailsa Williamson

With the final piece of sunlight the day disappears

The full moon stretches his lunar fingers extensively

Clouds fade in the wake of the million stars to shine

The night becomes king over all and he watches

Witness to the dark and to the doom that settles

The quiet moans of the wolves of this metropolis

Ever watchful this guardian keeps a careful eye

But he is silent

Forever silent

Uttering nothing of the atrocities he sees

(Prompts: img_3265.jpg, adamant, witness)

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