Noir: [Or, When the Night Comes] by Derek R. King

 Noir: 

[Or, When the Night Comes] 

by Derek R. King 

Tick. Tock.

….Tick….....Tock…..

Can you hear that?

That’s the sound of the clocks getting ready to fall back. 

The nights stretch longer as the days shrink shorter. Creatures of the night come out to play; to fill autumn’s twilights and winter’s chills.

And at the edge of this mist infused scene, Derek R King stands and drinks in this dream. 

Muse by his side (or is she within), her whispered breath caresses his ears, as she drapes him in words:

“Let the poetry begin.”

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