The moon rises in a darkened scene
In circle of grey, in black and white
A melancholic skies, the eyes do capture
A haunted portrait hanging on the walls of the heart.
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The moon rises in a darkened scene In circle of grey, in black and white A melancholic skies, the eyes do capture A haunted portrait hanging on the walls of the heart. i like the beginning of the poem due to the phrases and epithets created by the poet.....it is extraordinary...and needs some merit which the poet has in abandon............
I think there are a couple of grammar points in verses one and two that need ironing out and then this would be excellent. It's still good!
Still, a piece of wondrous magnitude, such that my soul truly flew there!