dark summer clouds rush in to fill the void left by the pale and grey
Tag: fantasy
soft light: the cries of ghosts along the corridor
summer after dark the rain paints the night with pleasure
the clouds wait upon us few: those who feel the rhythm and power of thunder in our veins
sparse: souls scattered in the void of space
the first word arrives: to drink from the darkness of dreams
you can tell the lifeless shells from the gods the ones who enjoy every drop of rain and the ones who avoid it like the plague
exit subway: summer morning and the rain serenades the living dead
coffeeshop break in: mynah trio rattling the window shutters
the day is done and folded neatly archived in the library of the subconscious mind
