Day 9: Striking Light

do not mistake
those lovely, rosy hues
for any but an
early demise
softly treading across the mildew grass
spearing shadows
dawn is the silent, newborn lord
swiftly striking the dark prince
and all the shadow tendrils and nightmares
bow and give in to an early demise

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Going to catch up with as many poems as I can this evening, apologies for spamming you. We’ll see how far I get yes? Cheers, so good to be back!

~Tally

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