Tempest Cave

A rather simple and short poem type random writing that popped into my head before resting through the night.

Cold, damp, dreary nights of gray,

fade throughout the morning fray.

Tempted swells asphyxiate the shattered tears of the grave,

while fear coasts the soul astray...plunging lifelessly into tempest cave.

 The terror we once known are gone,

the squall of the crow will sing towards the open dawn.

Tis' the fear we hoped to smudge away,

for it is the devil's way.

Cold, damp, dreary nights of gray,

now I lay down to hope and pray.

 

The End

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