At the edge of fright
I wait within
The moons fair glow
On ancient rock
Above bottomless pool
I listen for the cry
That never comes
And the fog rolls in
And darkness falls.
This is the poem I did for Rose Moxon’s image Darkness Falls
Rose did me the honor of including it with the image.
Thank you Rose!.
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