Misty, Pale, & Divine


Alone under dark skies

Where ambience and little life cries

To the power they ride

Live they who contest the lie



Falling upon the deafest of mouths

And the hungriest of ears

Knows no word other than fear

Comes the man, divine and clear


A light-starved sun

An amorous field of sin

Suffering in the silence of his doubt

Gives thought to second thoughts


Whereas the rest of them

Rethink the pixels again

To look past the hour-glass

To prevent rural requiem  avast



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