At Dusk

April 14, 2012
Fractured, remote, and thin
Were all show sin.
Demons make their rounds
Sure to not make a sound.
Blues, purples, and blacks paint the sky
As the world releases a sigh.
No one is safe as it covers the land
Sucking you in were you stand.
Your eyes hold the beauty
Reminding you of your duty
To bask in its glow
Admire all it does show.

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