Aphotic skies
Stygian climes
You, creature of the night:
What is fear?
What is fright?
O Darkness of all light
Plagued by trickles
Of Indian ink-drawn
Formless existence-
Cadaverous,
Welcomed defeatedly
With a sigh: Those shadows
That hold dreams hostage
Tonight.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
