Where Art Thou

In the pale of the Moon, by vertical of an eye,
night painted blue, raven flew by,
through times of new, with days of old,
where mist once raised, dead on the floor,
to light up the sentence, reach for the door,
the curse is cast, shadow on the wall,
listen, can you hear them crawl, in nights to come,
with days of fall, dreams to wear,
in the valley below.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Nice , very nice............................