The shadow was clear,
The shadow was dark.
Twigs and witches in fear
The path was stark.
Ditches and potholes stumble upon
Tall tails and hooded cloaks stretching across
Shrouded in mist, the light was gone
In rhythm of silence, the wind felt a loss.
Circle of life, the triumph its end
Back to the crescent, gilded in gold.
Ivory scarred, a heartache to mend
In this world it waited, this world had sold.
The moon was shining.
Behind the fog, the moon was hiding.
Sumaiya Rahman © 2006.
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Submission Name: September Smog
