Phantom Night

Shadow, dark, coveted night
Bringing the raven pierced nightfall
With dewdrop winded twilights,
a time for weary sprits to
roam the riged rocks.

Bringing the creeping cold frost-
bitten hand of midnight.
While phantom shadows are
cast among the dim lit plains.
With backs turned to a
star guided shadowed wind.
watching the silent screams going
unheard through the deafening darkness
of a solemn night.

Categorized as poetic

By X-Nemo

My life already sucks not much you can do to make it worse...