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Poetry
Hey all, I am new to Gothic.net. My name is Lyle. So here is some of my poetry.
After sun, into the night,
After fall with winter's light,
Shadows form a silhouette,
Of feathers dark, sorrows regret,
And eyes of rain, do shine so bright,
After sun, into the night.
—After sun
A feather from a raven’s wing
The bird of night starts to sing
Of falling stars and secrets kept
Of dreams of dark and long nights slept.
The raven sits down in her nest
As the red sun sets in the west
When the moon begins to rise
The nighten gale does start his cries
In the shyness of his sad song
He hides and sings 'till morning dawn
As birds take flight for sun is here
A rose glistens with morning’s tears
—Mourning's Dues
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