Eerie Display - Poem by Michael Carlson
They fly away
flying now, because now is the day
the day of which, the next they'll not see
The life of which, theirs will not be
Their shadows i see, flowing out
In eerie tendrils, thick and slow
it takes a while, for them to go
I know when they've left, for their eyes can tell all
They start to fade, all dull and gray
I fear I fear, for that time every day
I fear i fear, for that eerie display...
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