Untitled

The twilight filters,
through heavens of green,
onto the path,
that flows into dales unseen.

Stardust in the flow,
obfuscated, the existent glow.
Vapours of dew,
intoxicating the chosen few.

The gong sounds,
like the end,
within the hallowed bounds,
of the battle’s last bend.

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5 thoughts on “Untitled

  1. An untitled mood….
    hmm food for thought

    And about the post on my blog..
    if you read the fine print, you’ll see what I mean…

    :)

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