shadows creep, unseen and cold—
a world once bright; now veiled in doubt.
not fear desired—but caution's hold, news casts shadows—dark-stout— innocence yearns a fragile bloom,
as whispers carried on the wind—consume
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
