Gus am bris an Latha

At the dead of night
Death stalked the roads
and claimed one

At the darkest hour
of the night
in the lightest month

Between two blinks
of the eye of

The music faded
and silence ensued
not far from the Temple

Not for long
until the Breaking of the Day
and the Shadows flee away

(RIP Ivan Macdonald)

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