As sun falls and sets,
Silver moon shines and reflects,
Another new day is done,
All sight's colours start to fade and run,
Feeling that the world is waning,
Golden halo slowly dissipating,
Dusk's last moments a fate that's sealed,
A sentence that can never be appealed,
Dark living in light's refrain,
Leaving as silently as it came,
Shadows have nowhere to run,
As the newborn's time has come,
In night's modest time remaining,
Stars watch as angelic ladies in waiting,
Daybreak burns triumphant across the field,
Avert your eyes as the power is revealed.
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Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian
PoetryThe "journey to middle age" part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 24-28. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.