All Is Dead
the ebon raven sought the night
in ways only a predator could-
graveyard filled with scenes of
apparitional ghosts,
all sights were set on the glow
of the violet moon
unfortunate black feline seeks
its hapless nature,
forever bound to the dark with
each breath he takes
they glare at each other without
resistance and in the dead of the
obscurity they see the ill-fated
dilemma...
l o n g i n g for each other's
prey leaves them in fear-
the violet moon shines...
and
all is dead in the night
February 9, 2020
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