When the sun sinks low and
shadows stretch,
and sits quiet by my bed,
I hope I meet it with open arms,
and not a word unsaid.
May I whisper to the fading light,
that all I touched, I made my own
--
inspired hearts, stirred restless minds,
and left some magic grown.
For in the quiet of the earth,
as nightfall swallows day,
I'll leave behind a world reborn,
and slip, unbound, away.
About the Creator
H.M.Warden
Welcome to my page! I'm a passionate writer with a deep love for fine art, history, and literature - especially in the realms of poetry and dark fantasy. I hope to illustrate and publish one day!
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