They doused the lamps
and sent the realm into darkness.
The purest black we did ever see.
No street, nor home, nor lovers eye burnt.
Nor did the stars or the keenest minds
For they both shone dark.
And the realm sat hushed-
Silent and revered
Round the patter of words
that came as rain.
As the beat of rain
came as poetry.
And the realm sat round
the new fire.
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 11:11 AM UTC
They doused the lamps
and sent the realm into darkness.
The purest black we did ever see.
No street, nor home, nor lovers eye burnt.
Nor did the stars or the keenest minds
For they both shone dark.
And the realm sat hushed-
Silent and revered
Round the patter of words
that came as rain.
As the beat of rain
came as poetry.
And the realm sat round
the new fire.
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