Praise Frank
@praisefrank
1 year ago

Ascension I

Evening befriends the spider
And the moon comes out to play—
In the ululations of desolate hours
Where the hunter often turns to prey

Chaos in array,
Colours in the grey
Put the certainty of uncertainties on an ugly looming display
Where the prey turns to pray—
While life's knife is just one call away

I am the city on the hill
You are author of your world,
Through the still and stinging thrill
We will rise and break the shells in which we curled.

#poetry

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