Sometimes the morning sun rises,
But is always resigned to set.
Falling as the moon advises;
For the moon is a safer bet.
Pale illumination flies high.
Making cool, soft shadows at night.
The world lets out a sleepy sigh.
But the moon too falls, with the light.
The sun burns the shadows away.
Mass murder begets a new day.
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Assorted Poetic Musings and Ramblings
PoetryA compendium of my poems. I just needed to put it out here at this point. It's less for you, the reader, as it is for me to know its out here. These poems are not for the faint of heart, mostly because they're bad enough to kill, but also because...
