Since I'm on hiatus, a poem:

Passing Through a Sleeping Town at Midnight

The night was grey, it swept the town
My passersby, eyes all cast down,
Walked silently ne’er glancing up,
Their footfalls making not a sound.

I made my way by lantern light
Yet through the damp and misty night,
Across each brick and down my path,
Its end unknown, to my delight.

Through steady sleet, the town it slept,
And through their slumber still I stepped,
My journey on its way at last;
I cannot tell this secret kept.

Nor lingering in ages past,
Nor racing by at pace so fast,
Reveal itself this secret shall
When do my footsteps stop at last.

But none shall see and none shall know;
The tracks conceal'd by fresh, white snow.



I got a little hooked on Frost's rhyme scheme, one night, and popped this out in about half an hour flat. Iambic octameter is my shit.

I did get some Frost vibes from this. Nice job!
» randomjunk on 2014-11-24 03:36:04

I still like it. Was that last stanza always just two lines?
» middaymoon on 2014-11-25 01:51:59

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
My friend is watching anime and some character started yelling right when I read your comment.
» middaymoon on 2014-12-01 12:42:08

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