The eve of capricorn was almost at its peak
The stars brightly shimmered and the candles flickered
The face in the sky, white as snow looked down smiling
Bathed in the healthy moonlight
Thunderclaps like a marching band sounded closer still
As it began to rain
Drenching the eve of capricorn with its blackness
So that despite the bite of cold and soaking damp
The world birthed another midnight again
Author notes
somthing i wrote last year buy found whilst clearing out my art materials. I find it quite cathartic.
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