the blurry light of dusk
turns the world into slate gray,
a cold night treads on soft shoes,
ushering a scaly night sky
that hover over the city,
casting dread and gloom.
bats empty dark belfries,
singing the witches' evensong
Again clever, unique and a tad sinister. Enjoyable write Steve
Nice imagery, you captured the scene brilliantly and placed in thoughtful lines. Nice work Eddie Jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great work...brilliance in composition....