As the sun sinks behind buildings and meadows;
When darkness moves in and the lesser lights rule -
Lone figures scurry and slink in the shadows
Mangy and starving they search, sniff and drool.
During the day they rest and they slumber
Seeking a spot in the sun or the shade;
Once it is dark and the sun has gone under
They run in packs for protection and aid.
Shadowy figures; thin, supple and sly
Scavenging; searching from sunset ’till dawn -
So do they live, and so will they die;
Homeless and hopeless; forgotten; forlorn.
In the dark shadows they live and they roam -
Some with their friends; others alone.
Survival a struggle; a desperate fight;
They are the ladies and lords of the night.
Lost souls who wander the dark streets of life
Searching for answers ‘midst crisis and storm;
Living lives filled with confusion and strife
Unhallowed spirits; hopeless; forlorn.
In the night’s shadows they have made a home -
Some live with friends; others alone.
Wrestling against the Truth and the Light;
These are the ladies and lords of the night.
© 2009
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About Belinda van Rensburg
I am a reborn Christian who enjoys writing Christ centered poetry. My husband and I are mission pastors/teachers, and have lived and served in South Africa, Taiwan and Paraguay. It is my heartfelt prayer that God will use me in any way He deems fit to bring people into a right relationship with Him. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem/s. God bless.Belinda
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