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A Dark Poets Night
Of many a night I sat writing
to let my thoughts roam free,
the poetic runnel ran steady
and the streem flowed free.
Such night's as this,
I become more than just the poet,
I become the lady of the night
planning plots to take over the night,
with pen and paper as my weapon.
Devouring the moon with
my poetic gloom,
I watch as the moon swoons
and its shadow plays.
With each word I write
it's wane guides my write and
clears my writer's block.
Upon this night I become
the lady of the night.
Its a dark write indeed.
© 2017 AutisticPoet
to let my thoughts roam free,
the poetic runnel ran steady
and the streem flowed free.
Such night's as this,
I become more than just the poet,
I become the lady of the night
planning plots to take over the night,
with pen and paper as my weapon.
Devouring the moon with
my poetic gloom,
I watch as the moon swoons
and its shadow plays.
With each word I write
it's wane guides my write and
clears my writer's block.
Upon this night I become
the lady of the night.
Its a dark write indeed.
© 2017 AutisticPoet
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