Sun melts behind mountains
as
Flies set fire to twilight,
Slowly reddish
moon
rises to
Haunting blue note of loon.
Shadows gather Stars flicker,
it
gloom,
into
each
in turn
As chorused nocturne's voices drown our eve's early silence. Late winds whisper the •4^
Stories of ages passing past
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Deeper woods with ruins Stumbled not on seekers by. Drearer darkness beckons
I
Rhythmic
stalkers of supper.
Seeking satisfaction of soul's
Deepest desire for meat.
Receding howls rebound off
Rocks
raised to heights
by
Cataclysms long forgotten by
Those
that there inhabit.
Glowing eyes pierce once Twice the entrances of
Would be
pirate caves if
Sea had brought them
Red eyed, recessed
near.
therein
Sleepless leviathans await Call to rise as
doom
begins.
At ending of the day.
Joseph Earl
