horizon crowned red set in a secret, blue west. the colors canceled, like you, yesterday, on a random winter breeze, leaving with no note. night's haunted curtain locks critical iron teeth to a foreign thought, and roots take, strengthen; the trunk thickens with support, shadows loom larger. but the moon... the moon is a means, the cleaning beams calm silk assurance that a black hole's heart is a heart of evil loves that I'll rise above.
mmm nice take on the angle...i mean nice angle that you've taken fulmah. another great piece. much simpler than some of your other stuff
man, that was really good. I like the part where you compared the coming night to a tree growing. Very cool.
I likey, very dark romantic...there are a lot of really good lines, phrases but as a whole I think I liked this one the best... [that a black hole's heart is a heart of evil loves that I'll rise above.] Awesomeness
