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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


Music

The artist waits


As I become


His masterpiece