The Last Hour (A Fragment) Poem by Jonathan Platt
The Last Hour (A Fragment)
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.
Monday, December 24, 2012
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