Light of a Dying Day
 
A thick dim light strained throught a heavy sky
Oozing over all it touched with a mother's care.
Lazily basking were the dying trees alined
Letting only the wind make watchers aware
Of a stagnate death devouring all confined.

A dim bird leaped from a sagging limb
But not toward the act of flight's care.
Yet to the plummet of doom far grim
To the beginning of gravity's lair
Individuals seen less as days dim.

By maximusdoom

© 2004 maximusdoom (All rights reserved)

 

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