When the sun stumbles, an iridescent moon shall arise,
Illuminating the black, but not blinding to these eyes,
We overlook the beauty, we cower from the dark,
Our pallid skin crumbles, our eyes become stark,
To a flickering light, we stand beneath its own life,
The fright cuts through our skin, but not enough to cause strife,
We fear what's lurking beyond, not the darkness itself,
We fall within the abyss, almost as deep as a delf,
Running and running, until we see yet no more,
But the pitch black still follows, another hole, will it bore.
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Sorry for the late update again, here's 2 poems instead (':
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Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
