Incandescent Night
Her hair blown in the infernal blast
As the train hurtles pass
hot are the rains rushing past
Falling on an ashen hued metropolis
her form is framed in Furious winds
lightning, as sight transcends this domain
Her hair fair as raven wings
Heat ripples in waves of engines thunder
Into this incandescent night.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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