Oh what a sight
Such a gorgeous flickering light
You left without a fight
The flickering flames are not to blame
I'll say this much without shame
Black, brown and copper
The moonshine turns these hues to gold
The sunbeams reveal the underlying mold
When they find you
You'll already be cold
YOU ARE READING
Blind-Eyed Fool
PoésieRead with caution I guess. This is a jumble of poems that are usually kinda dark?? Idk. If you don't like descriptive gore type stuff then this probably ain't for you
