Daily Prompt: Sludge

[...] SLUDGE [...]

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Endless…

Light retreats it’s onslaught, Darkness escapes another day, free to enjoy the shadows, on the darkest side of grey, gargoyles unfurl their wings, and soar amongst the stars, Night birds and crickets sing, to hobos hiding in boxcars, clickety clack of the train echos, and spirits gaze as it passes by, along the grassy, empty …