A dark, shadow grey moth
rests along the grim hue of brick,
its spattered orange cream underwings scream a Halloween defiance
to the bleariness of stone and city.
And before each fold of its wings,
there rests beyond all the pale fire
and din of a thousand slow eyed
empires, feeling the seethe
of their existence spent
in a fidgeting cauldron
where mediocrity camps
with her dangerous throne.
Where
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Poem topics: city, dark, fire, halloween, scream, shadow, cream, orange, slow, defiance, stone, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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