Sinister Poem by Star Dust
Sinister
Rating: ★4.5
The darkness was impromptu,
Like a shadow without an opaque object to create it,
In memory of the dreary ghosts,
Life was scarce,
Darkness so accumulating,
In a hallway of a horror,
In a mind of a person,
So mysterious,
Concluding what never was there,
Of an intelligence that never could be.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
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4/23/2024 11:53:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this piece holds a cirtain macabre decadence to it, brief but, in my opinion, significantly more stylistic than some of the others, give some of my work a look as well, motel crucifix and my contemptable seraphim are great pieces ~L.H.~