Thou'st Darkest Hours
by Sky Claudette Soto
Thou'st darkest hours have approached...dawn is nearly amongst us...amongst thou'st starry night as packs of coywolves hindrance gracefully down thy mountaintops like a marching army...howling as if an ever glorious symphony were playing...
Whilst...Whilst ...my front door tis just a slight bit ajar ...listening closely
I am...I am...as my lobes are bejeweled in peach moonstones..
Each one nears from an ever sustainable and blossoming forest filled with mushrooms that resemble Charcoal that burns Dragons blood,cherry trees and cordyceps ...scentagious absolute.
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Sky Claudette Soto-Eros Fyre