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Thursday 5 March 2015

Moon's Gravity

Casting light over
Shadows brooding in
Camp darkness, offering
An escape, a retreat
From fates hand
Rattling his inept
World cuddled in
Fear and doubt, he
Begins breathing in
Moon's elusive light
Redefining memories 
Lost in canyons built
So long ago, once
Crushed rise again
Riding on the back
Of moon's fervor
Far from Hell's Gate
Having buried his
Soul in nightmares
For too long, his
Escape waits, believed 
Breaking loose, eclipsing
Darkness' grip.
 
Edwin James
 
 
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