Lucid Dreams
The sun crept down on a waveless lake,
The phantoms slithered among the trees,
I search and I search with every breath I can take,
Wolves howl down this is not a place for me,
Camphor burns thin casting a shadowed filled fate,
Ravens flock in shock and flee,
Illuminated eyes waiting for my wake,
Another endless night in void bound journey.
(2017)
Copyright © Corwin Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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