In the dark of night, Silence hanging heavy in the air, The reaper comes to visit
Photo by Andy Buckley on Pexels.com In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I am confined Here, silence reigns, An empty space For the condemned to stay Darkness casts over all, Leaving nary a sliver of light In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I stare at towering walls Within them, I see those Who… Continue reading Crimson Prison
Silence stretches in The depths of space, endless void A lurking nightmare Quietly exists within Shadows of unknown horrors
Within my mind, A dense shroud of fog Obscures an unthinkable reality
I absolutely love the sound of my kitties running about the house, dashing after various toys, playing with one another, and meowing all the while. Those are such wonderful noises, ones that always brighten my day and make life better. This is a bit of a sad story, but I didn't realize how much I'd miss those noises until my family and I lost Romeo, our senior cat of 17 years.