black winds 
spiral into oblivion 
as dew drops evaporate  
like yesterday's tears, 
staining the innocence 
of a wretched soul; 
midnight beckons deliberately, 
my calculated conscience is sweating 
profusely so; 
a disheartened sense of peace 
irrevocably begins to stagger in  
like a late spring breeze, 
begging for pardon from 
the screaming shadows.