N E P E N T H E

Adam Shirley

Scintillating stars.

Falling like that of the first snow on a winters' day.

Moon as bright as midnights gold.

Shadowing light of midnights day. 

Wind flees from heavens sight.

Crimson sea from crimson night.

Dungeon dark as dungeon cold.

Perish my sins from blessings told.

  • Author: Adam Shirley (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2018 23:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    Oh so good - and then went and looked up Nepenthe and it's the perfect title!



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