The same old dreary setting,
The same old moonlit road.
The same old cat fidgeting,
The same old cars passing aboard.
The same old whispers,
Of the leaves that stays unknown.
The same old fairy lures,
Of ages long gone.
The same old darkness,
The same old lights.
The same old Highness,
Of the same old sighing nights.
The same old perch,
Beside my window pane.
The same old scene,
Beneath me unraveled.
The same old depth,
With many more additions.
The same old music,
Beneath the distractions.
The same old stars,
Shining bright above.
A knight in shining armour,
To the land it looks over.
The same old me,
The same old passiveness.
The same old sight to see,
Like a never ending furnace.
Maybe nothing's changed,
Except the remnants of memories.
Those have been fading--
Fading like the stars in Nyx's embracing draperies.
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To those of you who are not aware--Nyx: Greek goddess of the night; daughter of Chaos; counterpart of Roman Nox.
Your writer,
the girl who stares out her window at night.
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Midnight Words
PoetryA collection of poems that comes only during the poetic setting of midnight. Sit with a cup of coffee, chocolates and cookies while you enjoy the string of words.
