Terminal Frost
The ground is hard
from last night's snow
all creation has frozen,
slick ice from a day of infernal sun
Twilight has bled away to pitch-black onyx
All indigo n aquamarine burnt away, clean
The plane is baron washed of humanities plan
only desolate structures of arcane device stand.
Traces of nothing...nothing is left
the terminal frost digs
deep into exposed skin.
The cloak flaps absolutely in the wind.
Time is out of sync, out of place.
What have we done?
Where is everyone's everything?
NOWHERE begun?
Terminal frost burns in my sight
My thoughts
my fingers tips,
dim stars,
sinister moon
only dark eternal twilight
in everlasting terminal frost…
lingers in my sight
standing in the darkest of nights...
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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