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.
Are You Reading Me?
4 comments:
nice rhyme!!
Yup! Nice Rhyme! Oh, someone already said that didn't they. ;) Very Nice!
I love the mysterious air to this...
Hi all, thanks a lot, I was pretty happy with this one, it just popped in my head.
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