Black Sun Version I
Black Sun’s crypt sands,
feeling infernal crimson winds
ancient galleon sail
Across a brutal bloody land.
Setting on Jagged black
Shores casting far into golden
Halo’s, burning the horizon cold.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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