Jonathan Platt

The Last Hour (A Fragment) - Poem by Jonathan Platt

The last hour has come (time will soon cease flowing) ,
And the sky's dying light swirls with eerie hues,
Like some strange-colored potion, weakly glowing,
Stirred madly in a witches brew.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 26, 2013

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