by Tijjani Grema Mustapha

Eyes are wide awake, but they seem dead. One can't see another neither do the other. Night wore its blackest veil and made the eyes of beings useless. Sounds travel to miles and return in reply with an echo. Wonders showered upon all, because darkness strives and attacks like the sun was gone forever. Night and day flip pages. One fights another to play its part. The night is the winning one now, for it shall play its part like forever, and we shall bury ourselves in our lonely graves, and shake our heads by the song of the wolves.

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