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I woke in fright
In the middle
Of the night
From an old willow branch
Creaking against my window
A lone wolf cried its song of desolation,
Sending shivers of up my spine in trepidation
The wind scolded and groaned,
As though a ghoul had moaned
It yowled and shrieked,
Letting no other sound leak
Shadow monsters prowl,
So hideous and foul
Teeth flash in the darkness,
Like an angler in the deep abyss
But then I realized the
Wonders the night can bring
Like the night sky, black as a raven's wing
Or the lustrous stars, twinkling o'er
The darkling land
No longer did I tremble with trepidation;
This one no longer sits in isolation
The morrow does not elude me;
It shall always rise up to greet me.
In the middle
Of the night
From an old willow branch
Creaking against my window
A lone wolf cried its song of desolation,
Sending shivers of up my spine in trepidation
The wind scolded and groaned,
As though a ghoul had moaned
It yowled and shrieked,
Letting no other sound leak
Shadow monsters prowl,
So hideous and foul
Teeth flash in the darkness,
Like an angler in the deep abyss
But then I realized the
Wonders the night can bring
Like the night sky, black as a raven's wing
Or the lustrous stars, twinkling o'er
The darkling land
No longer did I tremble with trepidation;
This one no longer sits in isolation
The morrow does not elude me;
It shall always rise up to greet me.
Literature
Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
Literature
Feel
Sand beneath your feet
You walk but do not see
Hide between the trees
Feeling nothing but the cool breeze
Literature
What am I to you?
How poor am I to be.
How blind am I to see.
The love that's in front of me,
That shines very brightly.
My body can't comprehend,
As it constantly seeks my life's end.
It constantly seeks sweet catharsis,
But doesn't believe any of this.
Do I even deserve this?
This sweet lovely bliss.
Why do I want to stay in a dark abyss,
But also desire a beautiful kiss?
I have nothing to offer,
And feel I must suffer,
In the long run,
For all that I've done.
I don't know what I did wrong,
But I feel like I've done a lot of wrong.
In many of my dealings,
I've destroyed others' feelings.
I desire love and connection.
I hunger for gentle affection,
But I
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Ah, the beauty of the night. ^_^