Category: Writers Block
Tidal waters are crashing the shore as thunder gives voice
It’s the Thirteenth of the month and a Friday at that.
Oh my darling how I miss those carefree nights when
Huddled close ‘neath the brilliant moon, waiting on dark clouds to part
When it was that MidNight would come into it’s own unique Dawning
It was our time, a magical time, a time to gallop on backs of horses wild
A season when Time itself stood stock still…for a little while a least
So though far away, it is you that in memory I hold oh so close
Knowing that on this day where ever you are…
You’ll a thought give to this day and all that it encompasses
The gulf between us so vast and yet none at all
With all fears of the darknest put to rest, for in your presence
The Shadowlands we trod as Mount of Doom always gave call of beckon
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
Wow! Um, yeah, pretty good.