The yawning chasm of the night inhales the ebon sea.
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Dance of Darkness ** Image ID #1766119 Unavailable ** I watch in awe the hued display that marks the coming dusk. The colors blend at end of day leaving a darkened husk. The faint horizon disappears as eventide is born. It is a time of ancient fears and visages forlorn. The yawning chasm of the night inhales the ebon sea. With the waning of the light, they're one – no longer free. With patience I await the sparks that coldly incandesce the sky with luminescent marks; a nacreous caress. I watch as cresting waves respond. Their glowing crowns reveal the ocean's and the sky's close bond; complexities surreal. This joyous dance of sea and air, like lovers in the night, celebrate all that they share until the dawn's first light. Beneath the rising salty mists the colors fade back in. The dark ballet no more exists until night calls again. Notes: An entry for "Invalid Item" . Prompt: Image and "A night at sea." Word Count: 153 nacreous \NEY-kree-uhs\, Resembling nacre (mother-of-pearl); lustrous; pearly. Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome. Ken ** Image ID #1735170 Unavailable ** |