Today
the sky painted the landscape
in shades of black.
The sun was a candle
simply quenched out
by the coming darkness.
The illumination disappeared
and gave the stars
a chance to shimmer.
Yet
we all remained under
a blanket of blackness
that consumed as all.
Thousands of nightmares,
those that begin happy
and gain your faith,
but end in screeching.
The dark, soundless trees
stand sentry above the dimness
that darts through the vapour.
A precinct of horror.
© Nishka Ramkhelawan
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Grade 11
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