Descending down into this peculiar maze.
Reversed mirrors, a brisk obscuring haze.
Tick, tock there goes the clock.
The doors of time shall now unlock.
The rabbit and mouse; the madman and hare.
A cat, a queen and a lady fair.
Quiet goes the night that rises.
Will soon become a mad daybreaking crisis.
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Morose Sunsets
PoetryA collection of very short poems that I hold dear to me. Not even sure if some of these are poems. Each of them are actually in relation to future characters in some of my current and future stories.
