A dark moon rises.

This was actually written for a short story I have yet to finish (To be honest I forgot I had written it).

A dark moon rises

Across a grey land

Over shifting sand

To eternal gates

Guarded until death

Opened in the last breath.

Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

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