Moonlit Prayers

Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber
as shadows
seem to come alive,
begin dancing on the walls,
always somber,
always driven,
frozen here in fear,
I am waiting.

Tortured souls wrought in panes of glass loom over me as
dust dances in the air,
felling my chamber,
penetrating my secrets.

A reflection on day’s of old.

I raise my head,
now submitting to
this impassive truth.
It seems there is,
no end to this moonlit night.

A feeling of dread,
suffocates every move that I make.
As I kneel down upon my knees,
to begin my prayers. 
I can hear the Angels
as they begin crying,
sobs of flowing tears at my feet.

The clock strikes 12 midnight,
and my somber time has ended.

Amanda Shelton


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