Saturday, May 12, 2018


Soliloquy of sorrow neath a pale blue moon
Set the Sun to darken let wallow I, in gloom
Caress the winds like silk upon my downcast face
Somber is my mourning shallow filled is my grace

Imprisoned, inspired by her gentle beauty
Lush, her light tenders mercy to the fallen sky
Like grains of sand sifting through my fingers softly
Gentle rose she wilts drawing shelter from your night

Primal like the Wolf baleful moans and lusty breaths
Striking fear, my heart in simple shadows does rest
Quietly she rises gloriously to claim 
Savage she ravages sanity from the sane

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