Third Watch

A DarkElf poem

The owl and the nightjar are at it again
The black sky eclipsed by their wings
Crooning darkness, full of allure
It beckons me to emmerse myself
The moonlight searing pale skin
Shadows betray me, they move away like fog
Leaving me alone in the night
Silence roaring in my ears
Sword heavy in my hand
An itch between my shoulderblades
And the mocking laughter of owls

- Lothithil