Beyond Realms
Confidently, the topaz dusk light fades,
into the charcoal.
and rusty graffiti on the skyline.
The blue hour brings eerie dirges,
in the form of wolf songs and
whippoorwill wing beats,
while the chokeberry sky weeps,
though the shore appears
inviting with its dulcet lilts of bubbly glee,
It ultimately returns vacuous
echoes of midnight wails
and forlorn heartbeats,
Despite this, the Moon Glade
Waves still come,
offering a space for folktales,
birdcalls, and starlit runes.
Written: May 18, 2023
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