Solemn Nights

One misty night...

T'was a day of dread and apathy

The clouds hung low to comfort a pained earth

Gentle whispers of wind soothed the lonely

On this grey solemn night

God's vacancy from gaia, ever so obvious

To each his own in this white mist

The deaf, the mute, the souls, found bliss

During this patient solemn night

The styx that flowed down the visage

A mourner can cast no shadow

An epilogue of those that are star-crossed

Amidst this sole solemn night

To sever a rose from its root

A star that hides away in the dark

Your passing weighs heavy on my mind

Alone, this quiet solemn night

Reviews

[max_vonnegut]

I really like the title of it is really ominous but i couldn't figure out what you're writing about.

[patricia]

You have a unique voice and style, it gives your work that extra edge. Enjoyed.