Twenty minutes to midnight
Seconds ticking, sand falling
Desert dune in a bottle
Ancient memory calling

Fear the forests and moonlight
Savage wilderness, aching
Pure ferocity, gorgeous
Pleasure raw for the taking

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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4 Responses to Moonlight

  1. Very nice, Frank. I love the imagery and rhythm.

    • Frank says:

      I was watching Z Nation on Netflix last night. It was twenty minutes to midnight, and I thought: I like the sound of that. Two hours later… 🙂

  2. Noora says:

    I really enjoyed this one. It’s wonderful to be back reading your work, Frank! Hope you’re good!

    • Frank says:

      It’s wonderful to see you posting, and I think it’s great you’ve been helping out with victims of the crisis.

      I’m good, thanks. Enjoy the poetry!

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