The moons fading light was met by the suns' slow incline,
Whose fair shine did naught but wither once in decline.
So is mine hearts' pulse only flickers of light divine,
Cast, in turn, into that wearying darkness of nights' malign.
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Poetic Remnants
Poetry📚This is a random assortment of poems I have written - some in old english, some in modern. Most of which are centred around emotions, though of course they do vary in subjects. So please peruse at your pleasure.📚 Some of these are my old poems...
