And we can hide in the farthest corner trying not to breathe, trying not to make a noise. Not letting our pale skin be seen in the thin light. Or if by chance, we’re found, hoping that death comes quickly… 

Dark – A Limerick 

The midnight moon is just a sliver
After dark, he’ll come to her
So the lady waits
A night of passion with her lover

In response to Mind and Life Matters limerick poetry challenge.​

Hey, it’s a bonus limerick! Since I had help with “I” …