So I just randomly decided to stay up and stargaze a few nights ago, and as I sat upon the shingles of the roof, a fragment of a poem slipped into my mind, and started to develop, so here it is, along with the gorgeous night.
One figure rises in the sky
Above the world, with silent cry
Arising creatures of the night
The moon the only source of light
For things lie in the dark
That people cannot see or hark
Yet light is hidden in the gloom
And shall never cease to bloom
And when you go in darkest night
Never alone is the fight
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The Willows - A Collection of Fantastical Short Stories and Poems
FantasyA passage into other worlds Lands of fantasy unfurled Stories of past journeys took All this lies within a book This book is a collection of fantastical short stories and poems written by me. Please enjoy!