Of Ashen Hues
Drinking in ink
Black of raven eyes
I spy a Stars demise
Racing to Razor edge of reality
Somethings are lost in my gloom
The burn of sulfur looms
Their coming doom
The reek of things left undead, unseen
With jaded eyes and thorns of onyx black
My thoughts are cold and burned in the blast
My thoughts crash
Die as they drift far far away
And only ghosts are left
Shades of yesterday.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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