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The dark of night aids me, Winds, enticing calm, The chilling gusts, That hold no harm The dark of night aids me, Full moon so bright, The elongated shadows, Concealing creatures of the night The...
Misty tendrils slowly curl, A dreaming dragon's flicking tongue, Out of hollows, pearly shrouded, Against the walls over hill tops flung.
The sun rises like a golden Phoenix through the ash grey morning. The rain falls in rivulet from thunderous purple clouds. a beautiful arc flowed across the dim heavens.
#personification Thunder roars with all it's might Rain shouts landing on your pane. Wind screams blowing things from sight Sun whispers making you feel sane.
3 a.m. Hanging by a limb. Dying to swim. The lights dim. Firelight, bright, cracking in the night. Pitch black, everything hidden from sight. The mist crawls and creeps through the air.
A single raindrop slivers down my breezy window. The clouds are mottled with patches of grey and black. Thunder rumbles in the distance, too far for lightning to be seen.
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I hear the thunder in the distance boom It's echoes jump and bounces through the room I watch as the lightning falls to strike The beautiful aounds and striking energy Whats not to like.
He came as the day turned to darkness, his steps silent as my heart thundered. I could feel him coming closer, and every moment that passed filled me with dread, and longing.
The trees rustle their branches all askew,. Making such a racket as you wind your way through,. You stir my hair and tickle my cheek,. And whisper in my ear,. As you friendly blow through the sky,.
There's a tension in the air tonight. The clouds are burning, oh so bright. Reflections cast an eery light. Rain please let you fall. Wind is humming through the trees. Hackles rise, emotions seize.
The afternoon went in the blink if an eye, her friends at work asked her if she'd like to come for drinks, but she had to visit her mother,she told Them, she's not been well, this was a lie, she was...
Music like the night, Envelopes all but the most starry of Mights. Filled with hope - at Distant Dreams - I long to Chant - the Song to Midnight-Moons. Oh.