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Black Canvas

Posted to Poetry

Broken window

Old woman

The glass fell

Someone stepped

Out of place

Muted by passion

Enraged by silence

Distant crying

The river runs red

While the sky fades

To black with

Ominous and cruel desire

The final coming

By eerie oak

Stands death

No presence

Black aura with

Chill in air

Flowing fear

Faint voice of


The artist waits

As I become

His masterpiece