Free verse № 144559
I hate making titles
Shadows fall
like darkness crawls.
These trees, it seems,
are growing tall.
If fire finds
these timbered lines
who will defend
these massive halls?
Not God, not man
will be at hand
to answer the
crackling calls.
9 comments
It's cool how you emphasize on a few things and make a poem out of it. It would be better with a title though.
To answer all,
The crackling calls.
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