An evening it was,
december was the month
and everything seemed
to wrap in a blanket of cold.
stillness, all around
melancholy, of death
smoke, as if arising fom a pyre
filled the grey sky
everything lay silent
motionless, numb
an uneasiness enveloped the ambience
the sun eaiting to be set
caste a gloomy shadow
and a vacuous dark
finally seemed to spread.
was it the end of the world ?
december was the month
and everything seemed
to wrap in a blanket of cold.
stillness, all around
melancholy, of death
smoke, as if arising fom a pyre
filled the grey sky
everything lay silent
motionless, numb
an uneasiness enveloped the ambience
the sun eaiting to be set
caste a gloomy shadow
and a vacuous dark
finally seemed to spread.
was it the end of the world ?
