The hallowed light is not worshipped.
The halo comes blaring in my vision.
Racing towards me the yellow blends with grey.
The swirl of fog and rain is peaceful.
This angelic beast flying faster toward me.
The black rises gently under me.
My spirited vessel soars past theirs.
The hallowed light is not worshipped.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Indulge Me
Posted by Jbhart at 1:07 AM
Labels: Poem for fun
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