The sun sets and the moon rises
The breeze begin its melodic symphony
Leaves are but a helpless passenger in it's grasp
Within the night they rise and rejoice in glee
The terrors and figures that cost most to flee
From building to building they go with haste
Their dance is one that is performed with beautiful grace
Who are these phantoms that appear at night
From where does these mysterious figures begin their flight
Waving and flickering within the pale moons glow
Retreating and leaving as the dawns first rays show
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Author:
Heart of Ice (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2021 14:10
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 22
- User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2
May those shadows still dance within your words LP.
Andy
ok, so erm this is easy: you're awesome!
and thank you
for choosing to share, dear poet
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