Poetry

The Breach

It came for us in night, a veil fallen
over darkness. Made the black
blacker, emptier. I was only sleeping,
forgetting my men. Those who keep
the night watch.

We lost him. Somewhere in the deep
black. We ran frantically, desperately
in that darkness. Shriek of sirens
pierced the night. Crying, howling.

We secured the gate. We couldn’t stop
the water spilling through the breach.
The black cold water. I was only sleeping.

That night stained us black. We wear it
still, the mourning mark. We venture
out into that wilderness. The one
that carried him away
into its secrets.

We return to our posts.

Unfillable,

void.

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