Sunset
Black winged shadows take flight over land,
Shrouding the earth in a veil of darkness.
Cold fingers grasping, withered hand,
Creeping stealthily, filling every crevice.
While high in the air, an orb of light,
Descends from her mighty throne,
And her pale brother takes flight,
But in midst of the stars, he's alone.
Copyright Aug. 30, 2014 by Christina Gatchel
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