Sunlight fading
Stars shine
Wind whispers
Wolves cry
Branches sway
Owls call
Moon rises
Shadows crawl
Thunder rumbles
Lightning flashes
Roses rise
From the ashes
Illusionists, our minds are
Players of the smallest pawn
Wishers upon distant stars
But night is the darkest before the Dawn
You really set the scene here. I guess there is always one night darker than all the others. Do you like horror movies? I like this poem.10/10
an evocative mix of short subtle, , , depictions almosy in a haiketic form...ending with a forceful provocative ending, , , 'who are we fooling? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you really too your time hey, well done