Twilight’s Zone | Chris Byrne
Haunting witching hour
Where poets come
Alive;
Scrambled jumbled
Words float;
Darkness becomes
Light.
Silent thoughts
As the world sleeps
Fall like ink upon
Paper.
Haunting witching hour
Where poets come
Alive;
Scrambled jumbled
Words float;
Darkness becomes
Light.
Silent thoughts
As the world sleeps
Fall like ink upon
Paper.