un titled
shadows creeping, silent sun
only just begun, fading away
darkness lurking 'round corners still
never filled, half baked moon
in darkness peeks, in darkness seeks
shadows of fading dusk
moving, rustling concealed by absent light
nothing delight but night wanderers
the rustic gates
Information about the first Illusionist!
the definition of illusionism
the evolution of my poetry
a scroll of poem titles
naviation of non-illusionistic sites
a scroll of entertainment of a illusionistic nature
A poem by a modest friend
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