Munted remains of a mossy moon gate.
Tangled in marigolds, it marinates.
Nighttime's zenith, it yawns wide.
Lures our children. Echoes lies.
At first light, its maw shuts. A golden grave.
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Moon Gate: Volume I
PoetryA collection of poetry based on prompts from the Versification contest. I'm aiming for dark, magical, and supernatural themes. Also trying out several types of poetry like iambic pentameter, limericks, etc. The only rules were to stay within 4 to 8...
Echo
Munted remains of a mossy moon gate.
Tangled in marigolds, it marinates.
Nighttime's zenith, it yawns wide.
Lures our children. Echoes lies.
At first light, its maw shuts. A golden grave.
