T he moon lit up the cobbles in its own transfixing glow.
W as that the only light around for miles on show?
I t sparkled with the rain that was bouncing from the ground,
L ike a constant drumming beat with the same haunting sound.
I don't think that I've ever seen anything so pretty,
G oing to a twilight town from London city.
H ealing sentimental scars that had destroyed me,
T o the twilight town, where what will be will be.
#acrostic (Is this allowed?)
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