When night comes back
Back in black with her Royal dreams
Death with lift us all apart
Though aging does that just fine
Our wings of where we
Once flew, the sunlit open skies
And when red breaks out
Blood-dropped Sunsets spill
Across the ancient Lullaby
Of the setting West alongside
All that we once held dear
That nightlong spin on Time
Peels the stars from our rooftops
A canopy of light-hunted mistresses
All screaming the same name, LIFE.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/dark-bird-450866660
CALL to POETS
The Festival has a unique theme this time, poems about poetry, do you have any to offer up?
It’s one of the most decorated topics so if you are up to the challenge:
Theme is Metapoetry.