Theo Williams

Rookie (14/05/94 / Australia)


He sat there in the streaming light,
Silent, settled like the darkened night.
Rays channelled through the greys of ancient gloom,
Purifying his soul, natural hues of the moon.

But the lonely air of the night, began to squall,
His lonely life doth take its toll.
Flickers of darkness enthral his thoughts,
By which his mind will be mentally caught.

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