Awe Striking
May 3, 2011
The whispers of the dark,
they begin to creep in,
they are shadows,
they are shades,
of strongly blackened gray.
The burning of the light,
they start to seep in,
they are beams,
they are glowing,
of harshly bright white.
The blending in between,
that mess with your head,
the things you see,
the magic they have,
just a trick of the eye.
So beautiful and shocking,
the view of the might awe striking,
the creative castle,
the collected shore,
just blows the mind even more.
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