The pallid moonlight, falls on your face Shining like a halo surrounding the Angel of Death, The midnight ember, blazes just right Starting this fire within me, that flows Through my veins, through the dozen Knives that impale my heart. It’s gloomy here, white-washed visages and white lies Convenient and compelling I’d tell you forgotten […]
via Demons — Luna
Author: Phil Slattery
Publisher, Rural Fiction Magazine; publisher, The Chamber Magazine; founder, the Farmington Writers Circle. I have written short stories and poetry for many years. In my careers as a Naval officer and in the federal government, I have written thousands of documents of many types. I am currently working on a second edition for my poetry collection and a few novels.
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