Darkness Falls in London
Shimmering, bright, full of life
Our bustling, noisy, cosmopolitan hub
The jewel in England's shining crown
As night descends so rises the light
The mighty towers of the Docklands
disgorge their worker bees into the dusk
Emptied, they point at the stars
extinguished by the flickering lights
of Covent Garden and the West End
that attract the hedonistic and curious.
Ant-like, they criss-cross the bridges;
Those sparkling guardians of passing boats
Bright too with revellers
Further west the night shrouds
a blackened tower, its skull-eyes
piercing us, accusing;
holding within those lost souls.
Waiting for the dawn
to haunt our thoughts again
(c) Tim Fellows 2017
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