Salute Illusion.

[zarathaz]

With minds prepared to salute illusion,
We slip into the night.

And the night, enamored by a coming storm
Sings wildly, with the wind.

And the wind, hushed no longer
Snarls as the storm approaches.

Comments

[autumnsea]

Very nice. I like that it had sound.

[heartonbroadway]

"snarls as the storm approaches..." what a wonderful final line. <3

[autumnsea]

Happy Belated Birthday. :)