Promptly poetry entries |
| Shadows lengthen as the evening Has come. All who approach shall meet their Destiny. Onward do they beckon - Will you follow in their footsteps? Without a sound they come forward; Ordering silently. Do you not hear them As they march on relentlessly? Harboring that which they Seek. Then morning breaks the eerie bonds And the shadows dissipate for another day. ![]() |