by TYLYN
Isolated raindrops throw themselves down, bitter
Through mist that mingles after millennia of loneliness
This motionless space saw shadows scatter throughout…
A hushed spirit walks,
Summoned by a witch that no longer cackles,
Encased in a deep, soothing slumber.
The clock strikes midnight,
And the moon turned dim to clean,
Clean to dim
Perhaps as things should be…
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