Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2017
When even a day comes to pass
And you see
That the sun does not set
Upon your vanity
And the moon upon full
In the wolves of the blue
Does not crawl in your spine
And awake you anew
Then the pride of the one
Who has risen in time
As oblivion's king
Is the lord of the nine
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
160
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems