It was dark
sitting with Mrs Clark
too late to mark
so we chose to embark
to tell our tales in the dark.
Some tales were told as fairy tales
that lit up the darkness of the night -
we had food but couldn't take a bite.
Some tales were horrific
so I thought about it chronic
I told mine
and they thought I was psychotic
which was ironic
because I thought I was iconic
yet I was only toxic.
We entered the night to tell our tales
so we told on
with no light on
we all listened
we all spoke
we all told our tales as we entered the night.
© Siphelele Angel Khumalo
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Grade 11
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