Moonlight Surrender
Ding-dong—
The church bell chimes, striking one,
Moonlight spills where shadows run.
Tonight, the air is strange and still,
A whisper rides the winter chill.
Samuel walks past shops long closed,
By church, asylum, graves composed.
Abandoned buildings line the street,
Ghosts of dreams beneath his feet.
Through the park, a bell rings clear,
The North Wind calls—he trips in fear.
Before he rises, swift and slight,
A blow descends—then fades to night.
Hands dig deep in coat and seams,
Warmth spills red in silent streams.
The world blurs, the thief is gone,
He lies alone—no life, no dawn.
The truth sinks in, so soft, so sly—
Tonight’s the night he’ll say goodbye.
At seventy-eight, no time to cry,
He smiles once, then shuts his eyes.
---dedicated to LJW
Copyright ©
Liza Ortiz
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