Today the prompt is to use alliteration and assonance.
The cold of warm embrace.
Deep and dark, the moonlit hours dance
Mournfully towards the morning, the
Morning's soft and soulless light scatters
Shadows across the grey and ghostly landscape
Of the day, the darkling day.
The thin and threadbare tapestry
Tells tales of what was, and now what
Will never be; the tapestry rent, riven
Right from hem to hem, and cast aside
Discarded, never again to hang
Upon the castle wall.
Airborne, forlorn, the dreams and hope
Hang now in tatters, the flag at half-mast
And music muted into disharmonious murmer.
Perhaps, perchance, one day, some day, there
Will be a way to bring back to life the broken
Promises, but in the meantime, the dreamtime
Nightmare is sharp and cutting, the window-fingers
That keep on tapping never end.
(c) 2ndwitch, 12/04/17
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