Primrose.

by hangonz92

The sun sets

behind the skyline

and my eyelids droop

along with it.

The grass

reflects

orange rays and

shining violets

that jerk me

awake.

Only minutes from home

after

a day of

wondering

yet here

I sit

atop a hill in the

fading light

of day

to enter night

along

with my city.

We will watch

together

as the moon begins

to rise and

return

to our sunken

state of

slumber.

While Piccadilly

may rage,

Primrose rests.

The haunted streets

are only host

to those ghouls

who lurk

with eyes closed

to their graves.

Goodnight.

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