the sun throws shadows
with a sorrows art,
in native shade
away from that once
crawling dawn,
night some fragmented
feeling left on the floor
darkened more,
a cold patch
impossible with those
bare feet to tread upon,
sun would not fall
as fast,
in it’s streams she bathed
flaxen haired
so his red blood welled,
left behind
shadow grasped at him,
she turned
a smile
that chimed a mischievous
knell,
darkening face and chest
her peaceful calling
to which he moved
at her side,
kisses lifted lyric melodies
as hand in hand
would stay
till the glows last gleam
and the world teems
with wonder once again
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