Sep 2016
First light,
And another long day,
Young gods slowly growing older;
Moonrise,
And the death of another day,
Old gods slowly fading back to black.
And another long day,
Young gods slowly growing older;
Moonrise,
And the death of another day,
Old gods slowly fading back to black.
You can find more of my poetry at caitlincacciatore.wordpress.com
