A fog enveloping the silent ’scape
Upon a small fence sits a silver web
A silken gossamer of beauty
Like a perfect snowflake,
The white of the moon.
A thin mist drifts across the landscape
Swirling, twisting, morphing itself into apparitions of the air
Raindrops glisten like jewels
A bloody sun glints off,
Its radiance illuminating the sky
For a Red Dawn.
Upon a small fence sits a silver web
A silken gossamer of beauty
Like a perfect snowflake,
The white of the moon.
A thin mist drifts across the landscape
Swirling, twisting, morphing itself into apparitions of the air
Raindrops glisten like jewels
A bloody sun glints off,
Its radiance illuminating the sky
For a Red Dawn.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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