She is as dark as the night.
She is as light as air.
She moves like smoke.
She spreads like the plague.
She haunts one like a ghost.
And sucks hope like a vacuum.
She visited our town in the midst of November.
When the weather was dreary and drab.
When the chilly cold haunted everyone.
When darkness descended upon the day one hour earlier.
The town clock struck 2.
When everyone obediently clo...
