The gloom of the nightingdale's song
fleeted within the gold horizon.
Furthermore, it saw the peak of light.
And so it's nocturnal hymn
Ended.
Still waters had made no notice.
That is until the nightingdale flew from its tree
hovering over the pond, feet barely touching the cold Adam's ale.
And so, the stillness of the water
Ended.
The conduit between daylight and nightfall
was seperated by a very thin line.
It made the pupils of the creatures dilate and constrict again
But when the light shone through, the dilation of their eyes
Ended.
The nightingdale perched himself upon a rooftop,
The water of the pond vibrated it's ripples,
And the creatures of Earth faced the luminousity
Of a new day that would once again linger until it was
Ended.
Again and again the cycle repeated
undergoing day and night
As twilight divided them both.
It was believed that this would go on endlessly, that is until the world
Ended.
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Inked Coast
Poetrya series of stanzas embodying the simplicity of nature. [cover design by imploding-hearts]