Sunlight now looms
Over the flower
Blooms.
The rosebuds fall
In the colder months.
The fall
So cold its short twigs
Fall to the brig.
Blooms...
They are now dusting
Before snow is coming...
Midnight shadows
Under the moonlight,
Staring into the light,
The goddess greets
Now the wolves tonight,
As they howl to the light.
Sunlight now looms,
Over the flower
Blooms.
Tonight.
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I am a poet, short story, novellette, and novella writer. Genres in the past I've written include Time Travel, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, and GameLit. I briefly ventured into Slipstream, and now circling back into writing GameLit fiction with literary elements.
Nowadays I simply want to write, and not worry about genre.
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