A Lone Man In The DarkA Poem by Lord_Shade
Threading slow, gentle as the wind
Of the night missing a moon. A weary body, absent of mind, Yet he softly whistles, a fancied rune. - On the street, A lone man in the dark. In his mind, A man in quest for bliss. Walking and whistling, Just as a skylark. His eyes, window to his heart - a gaping abyss - Strange man on a rare night. Threading as though his mistress is time. But he fears for his home so tight, With silence thats worth no dime. © 2015 Lord_Shade |
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1 Review Added on May 9, 2015 Last Updated on May 9, 2015 AuthorLord_ShadeLagos, Alimosho, NigeriaAboutThere's not really much about me. I took up poetry last year ever since I can't live without writing at least one a day, even if it totally sucks. My preferred genre of story writing is fantasy and I'.. more..Writing
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