Monday, October 27, 2025

Words the Crows Speak

Above my head, the sun is spent
Each day it sets an all time low
The moon casts only a shadow
Of the light we won't let go

Beneath my feet the ground trembles
It grows with every step I take
We may never leave this earth
If we can't escape its quake

Inside this chest is an endless cavern
Whispering comforts from the deep
Drawing you in to twisting tunnels
Until you lose sight of what you seek. 

And yet there exists a spark
it lingers deep inside the core
a light inside this fickle heart
that yearns for yours, forevermore












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