Moonlight peering through the clouds.
Treetops quiver in the wind,
Whispering sweet comfort through their boughs.
A lingering cold upon my skin.
Knees clutched close against my chest,
Bumps on chilled flesh begin to rise.
Head tilted back to embrace the sky,
Midnight feast for forlorn eyes.
The wet grass cries beneath my feet.
My shoulders hang with sorrow.
Lonelier than this lovely dark,
Will be the night tomorrow.
this is saweet! its sort of modern shakespearean but it is knd of chilling like poe too.
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