Since noon the sun has been slowly sinking
The air becomes chill; the hearth,
Quit eagerly at dawn, is now regretted,
Forever distant.
Darkness stalks the corners of vision,
Creating unnoticed a blank corona.
Pupils distend to compensate,
But still the blackness spreads,
Disabling vision, leaving only the still night.
Martin Locock, 1998
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