This world shall fall
One after the other
Succumbs to
darkness, silent footfalls
Of a jungled panther-
ere the force of the universe
Upon itself
collapses and
The starlight shall
Shone like
reminisced memories Ethereal
Under the white of
The moon.
A concrete shore
That paves
drifting
Sea-wood and forgotten Dreams
Ignores remembrances-
Tales of Ichor
darkened
shall lead Us to
The night of the
led.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Tides
PoesíaThe few best out of 124 poems, all written from the age of eleven to now.
