nothing new

January 5, 2009
Night was old.
it had seen its fair share of sunrises and sunsets,
beginnings and endings.
it had watched over oceans,
seen them boil and become dry and desolate, devoid of life.
it had been witness to wars and acts of cowardice,
a keeper of secrets and blood.

Night was old,
and growing older still.
it remained the one constant, maintaining its shadows and mysteries
while everything around it shifted and changed.
it still slipped from fingers like black silk.
it still concealed dangers like a shroud.
it still was.

Night was old,
and would remain so until the end of everything,
in which case it would become Nothing.

Nothing was new.

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Mage Xy said...
Jan. 29, 2009 at 4:14 am
I love how you take the cliche of "nothing's new" and completely change the meaning to make it unique. That last line is the best line in the poem!
*beautifuldisaster* said...
Jan. 17, 2009 at 4:15 am
Wow, this is really awesome. I love this.
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