Black Skies

 

Black Skies

 

Perceive, in the depths of the sunlight

A shadow, faint

A smudge on the canvass, a blur

A coming together of paint.

Within this dark spot (within the light)

A face, a hand, a voice

Cruel teeth, cold eyes

Thin lips of ice

Ordering one to rejoice.

 


 

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