#WritcoPoemChallenge
The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown, once uttered a scream, it's echo still streams, why must I stack the deck for sorrows the sweetest repose if St John be a gambling man he surely will have the rest of the ages to glow, the lovers will at once weep and seep into the ocean to emerge only to be burned seared and ridiculed in the cattacombs below if the night comes forth to the light she will heed the wedding call