Night of EtherealA Poem by Adam M. SnowI heard a gentle tapping upon the night, Stirred up with a humble fright, As Darkness fallen upon my sight. his kindled lamp is my only light,Night of Ethereal By: Adam M. Snow I heard a gentle tapping upon the night, Stirred up with a humble fright, As Darkness fallen upon my sight. This kindled lamp is my only light, Which flickers out till all is dark, Which left upon me a kindled mark, Which left me alone in a chamber murk, Alone in a chamber cirque. Not a candlelight to guide me, Not a light to see. I try that I must, but I cannot flee. I try that I must to break free. Out of my mouth sprung a whimper, A plead with a simper, As dark becomes a blur. A Darkness as if it were, Beseeched upon the nightfall. No, beseeched upon enthral By the Night of Ethereal, By the Night of Sprawl.
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Added on January 18, 2012Last Updated on January 18, 2012 AuthorAdam M. SnowPhoenix , AZAbout"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more..Writing
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