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Gothomo
I could use some critique on this one.
Erebus in the Outer Darkness
GP
As shadow of night washed over me
I realized I had never before
looked properly at darkness.
Not with my eyes, in any case.
There is something cleaner
in the darkness
than in the light;
Something unstained by the light
of day.
In my moment of tranquility
lights of the city,
broke my conscious dream.
I glanced back towards it
and wished it were gone.
My moment of quiet
was expended for the time being.
The concept of it departing
for long was foolish.
It could always return,
as soon as I missed it.
In all its essence and silence,
the night was defiant.
Its subtlety was counteracted by
disgust,
uttered only by a fainthearted
affection.
Still, the night in all it had
to offer
was expressed only by those
soaking it in.
I, the wild-eyed idealist,
She, the spirited child of fire.
My heart, the fearful budding,
Her heart, the calm in the storm.
And if our very existence is
punctuated
by four identical orange specs
on the low horizon,
who is there to defy us?
Erebus in the Outer Darkness
GP
As shadow of night washed over me
I realized I had never before
looked properly at darkness.
Not with my eyes, in any case.
There is something cleaner
in the darkness
than in the light;
Something unstained by the light
of day.
In my moment of tranquility
lights of the city,
broke my conscious dream.
I glanced back towards it
and wished it were gone.
My moment of quiet
was expended for the time being.
The concept of it departing
for long was foolish.
It could always return,
as soon as I missed it.
In all its essence and silence,
the night was defiant.
Its subtlety was counteracted by
disgust,
uttered only by a fainthearted
affection.
Still, the night in all it had
to offer
was expressed only by those
soaking it in.
I, the wild-eyed idealist,
She, the spirited child of fire.
My heart, the fearful budding,
Her heart, the calm in the storm.
And if our very existence is
punctuated
by four identical orange specs
on the low horizon,
who is there to defy us?