Wanderer
Come travel to distant lands- of lights fantastic and whirlygig rainbows.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Breaking
The darkness creeps in
mist-silent, light-sharp.
Doors groan under its
unrelenting weight
bar bent iron
drumming slow tattoos of sorrow.
The jungle rushes in
Crushed velvet swathes
glinting in the black-bluing heaviness
Silent tide
rip
tide
over.
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