Under bruising skies of a dying glow, 
I watch the shadows slip from earths grip.
My collar unfurled, and fastened zip, 
To guard as cooler winds bellow,

The tales of morning last.
Where once bathed in light and heat,
Only heavy darkness remains. A cold fresh sheet,
Littered from dust of an infinite past.

But afters await. Now the pang of day is gone.
And a crooked moon climbs at every spin,
To places yet explored. I must look within,
For dreams, they beckon.

Ash White

Good night.


Description

Under bruising skies of a dying glow, I watch the shadows slip from earths grip. My collar unfurled, and fastened zip, To guard as cooler winds bellow,

The tales of morning last. Where once bathed in light and heat, Only heavy darkness remains. A cold fresh sheet, Littered from dust of an infinite past.

But afters await. Now the pang of day is gone. And a crooked moon climbs at every spin, To places yet explored. I must look within, For dreams, they beckon.

Artist
Ash White
Artist royalty
Blockchain
Ethereum
Token standard
ERC-721
Contract address
0xb9...b9e0
Token
37076