Evening dark curtains
pull the shore of heaven
the night they could cherubs
black black-out curtains
on top of their position.
As the world goes black
each plot,
and the heavy twilight
shadow gets writer's font.
Lethargy descends eye
created, and Sandman
something strange when scheming.
Perhaps too little is
He left feeling sleepy,
or some fairy tale
Knight sharpen steel sword.
No writer will not only get
a dream, he hopes the October
comforting lap
just a gentle winters,
and suitably snow.
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