Beneath ashen skies, where secrets abide,
Clouds over the sun, a world to hide.
Whispers beckon, from the depths they call,
In eerie gloom, shadows enthrall.
Daylight fades, consumed by the gray,
A haunting dance, specters at play.
Frozen touch, a chill in the air,
Nightmares awaken, in despair.
Beware the mist, a cursed terrain,
Where truth and light slowly wane.
Whispers wail, echoes of dread,
Clouds over the sun, darkness spreads.
Through the veil, a figure emerges,
Silent steps, a presence converges.
Eyes gleaming, piercing through the haze,
A harbinger of gloom, in spectral ways.
- Author: Ethan Mikel StAmour ( Offline)
- Published: July 14th, 2023 18:59
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 3
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