The night presses down
Like a pillow over
The sleeping town
Suffocating.
Heavy shadows drift
out from under trees
To await the ax’s descent
Waiting.
There’s a soft, light breath
across the wound in the Earth
A twig snaps under a foot
Breathing.
The last embers in the sky
Flicker one more moment, then die
Blue comes, to shield the killer’s blood
Bleeding.
All the night listens
For but a moment to live in
Before he smiles
Living.
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