Creeping Horizon
howling void of whistling hail
uninterrupted tempest
ears filled with reeds and cavernous sound
the melodious echo of empty eternity
spring out that void a hand
of demon or angel
black, white or red
to pluck out what last thought of comfort
and leave the husk forgotten
Copyright © Chris Alex | Year Posted 2020
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