Dashing across the horizon,
As a brilliant hue of night.
His pelt a mirror for radiant drops of moon,
Tearing throuh the wind at the speed of light.
Pursuing a herd of trees,
Through a gloomy wood,
Over a fallen soldier,
Emerging from the deep shadows of the forest.
Seeking the remarkable shine of the Eye of Heaven,
A spark lights inside,
He soars across the Heavens,
Chasing the endless blaze.
Painting the wind as he flies,
A stallion of the endless night.
-The Paranoid Peridot
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Pleasant Poetry: for the Mind and Heart
PoetryThis is my first poetry book, filled with random poems I've written. All of these are ORIGINAL works. Please do NOT copy and plagiarize. Enjoy, and please no hate. I will try to update a poem each week. I took the cover art picture.
