#WritcoPoemChallenge
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
Into the beloveds of hope
rising until the moon
To survive under the wood of lone,
In the worldly room of doom
I ran I ran I ran
Until the moon saw me
Seeking the dawn For nonetheless
To draw the flames of dooms
Covered in a pretty jacket blue
In the clouds of human pity assume
Blaming their masters
For the little ugly perfume.

© darky