Silvery wisps of intricate scales,
Powered gossamery delicacies,
Wings of ash and smoke,
And the soft rotund build,
Settled on feathery spindles,
Mousy soot floating down,
An angel in the night,
Of glowing dust,
Aerial feelers; receivers,
Flitting through an empty sky,
Fluttering airborne,
Down to the ground,
Cold, inert,
Life expired,
Life in the shadow,
Lifeless,
Dead.
2006-11-26Ethan Leon: Hmmm I like it, I am not sure where to place it in my head, in the light side or the darkness that everyone feels. . .good job~