Feb 2020
Blight is the sun that ceases to shine
Delight are the stars-- children of night
Burnt is the moon-- bride of smoke
Dread is the dark beneath the whirl
Delight are the stars-- children of night
Burnt is the moon-- bride of smoke
Dread is the dark beneath the whirl
I look out the window, and I am at once exhilarated and devastated.
