Phantom Skies
Stars move East to West
How the sunset best
Movement unseen in darkness
Were movement need fineness
To what is mystical
Can become historical
When moving in gray
The weather means to stay
A howl of the wind
Becomes the sound of sins
Shallow unearth movement
In the unstable government
Behind all actions a method
With intension with creepy thud
Look at the darkening of night
Is but a frightening sight
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015
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