A Social Phobic's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

A winter night

Razor in the air
colder than brandisher
arched moon in a tree
solitariness of the crickets
knoll of the fall season
the fog of moon
rose from the river afar
whos knocking at the door
theres only
frost and rime outside
shadows of phantasm
knocking around
i walked slowly back
to my heart
lastly i needed the gallantry
to pick up the moonlight
under the bed. 

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