Dark, Freestyle, Horror, Poetry, Writing

It

It goes through the same routine, Watching, learning, Waiting, Until the time is right

Fantasy, Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Writing

Dreamland

Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers