Dying moon

Along the stitches in the night sky

where clouds descend

meet the land

traverse into the ethereal unknown

into the bosom of our inglorious future

lies a shadow

a most unfortunate beast

cursed to forever stay in darkness

a tonal turgid tambourine

breathing through the passing sun

the dusk begins

a monochromatic boon

birth of a dying moon.

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