Friday, December 12, 2008


The onyx night is guarded by
a spectral sphere that haunts the sky
till wispy veils of vapor swarm
to once more hide it’s ghostly form,
obsidian horizons fall
beneath a silent inky pall
whose unrelenting appetite
obscures all settlement from sight.


Art and Poetry said...

nice rhyme!!

Shirley said...

Yup! Nice Rhyme! Oh, someone already said that didn't they. ;) Very Nice!

Jo Janoski said...

I love the mysterious air to this...

rch said...

Hi all, thanks a lot, I was pretty happy with this one, it just popped in my head.