Fading Into The Night: Slithering Shadows

Slithering shadows, slowly, silently,

Sliding down some unknown, nocturnal pathway.

The evasive shadow of night moves on and on,

Tenderly touching, gently enticing,

Graciously rewarding the deep, darkness of the soul.

The black shadow of night gradually deepens further,

Sliding back and forth, it comes and goes,

Fracturing stalks of tall grass destined to be broken,

But still stubbornly swaying in its wake.

The slithering night shadow finally disappears

Into its own peculiar, dark dungeon,

Hidden somewhere within its deep domain,

But the darker the midnight hour,

The brighter, the twinkling stars appear,

Hovering, playing, frolicking in the night,

Laughing heartily, at the antics of night's dark shadow.

Soon, deep hollows of early morning

Miraculously appear on the distant horizon,

Shattering the rapidly lengthening streaks

Of fresh, new, early morning shadows.

The evasive, foreboding black shadow of night,

Now suddenly, slowly, slithering out of sight.

The predator of the night has finally captured its nocturnal prey.

No need for it to linger on; just to give way to the dawn.  

The dawn gets rid of the slithering shadows of the night.