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In the deep shadows of midnight, Where the ebony cries his lament, Dark tears, like the scourge itself, I weave a grey poem.
By Eduarda Rodrigues4 months ago in Poets
Under the night cloak, where the shadows dance, Sighs echo in the breeze, like a lament. The moon, silent witness to forbidden romance, Uncover secrets in the night’s sighs.
In a dark corner, where the night nestles, The echo of the crows echoes, sinister and alone. Under the cloak of darkness, their cries resound, In the crow song, the mystery sings.
In the deep shadow, where the night dances, A dark crown of darkness is cast. Between threads of ebony, woven with affliction,