### **The Lone Owl**
*Meet me beneath the moon’s pale ire,
At the silent edge of night’s desire,
Where stars dissolve, their embers drained—
Thin strands of dusk’s procession, chained.*
*A lone owl drifts, ghost-bound, untamed,
Its feathers traced by spectral flame.
Through yawning void, it carves its flight,
A cry unraveling endless night.*
*Deaf to whispers of astral seas,
Its shadow wanes on restless breeze.
Through chaos winds, it drifts astray,
Bound by time’s cold, unyielding sway.*
*And all that lingers, faint, contrite:
No warmth, no dawn—just spectral flight.*
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My library of short stories
RandomWelcome to, "My Library of Short Stories," a collection of wildly imaginative, bite-sized tales crafted to surprise, amuse, and whisk you into unexpected worlds. From talking animals with big personalities to Filipino legends that leap off the page...
