Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Setting Sun, a poem

The setting sun, darkness comes
All the shadows are changing


Bright hues and vibrant colors it dumbs
And all the colors are draining


Warmth, life, and vibrance all drain away
One life for another exchanging


More than bats and owls and far distant howls
Strange and unseen beasts with eyes engaging


The setting sun, darkness comes, old things anew
Ancient eyes, timeless hunger are enraging

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