Eyes glowing, he finds
your soul and blends
it with moonlight.
His long fingers intertwined
with the smoke of the universe
I see the signs left behind
by ancients suns
Long ago, now forgotten
He walks the lonely path
of isolation guided
only by the black of night.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Eyes glowing, he finds
your soul and blends
it with moonlight.
His long fingers intertwined
with the smoke of the universe
I see the signs left behind
by ancients suns
Long ago, now forgotten
He walks the lonely path
of isolation guided
only by the black of night.
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