She is bright like the night sky.
Bright like the evening's setting sun.
Evening drowning in the day's done.
Drowning like a new god harvested in sorrow.
Sorrow borne of Winter's Chill.
Winter emptied its cold unto her soul.
Brought all the empty hearts to rest.
Resting in the crook of emptiness.
Crooked as the road we travel.
Speaking in rhymes and mysteries.
Mystery black as the time we forget.
Forgetting to remember what we've lost.
Remembering her in spiralling smoke.
Spilling the cup of timeless sleep.
Asleep, she falls again into the blackness.
Blackness like the empty night sky.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
A pleasure to read.
Bryan Thomas over 9 years ago
Very nice.