The Descent
A "Lost Souls" Poem
The building stands unnaturally straight—
A geometric impossibility against twilight's fade.
Edward's bulging eyes reflect nothing back,
Pupils dilated to consume light itself.
The wind doesn't whisper; it holds …
The building stands unnaturally straight—
A geometric impossibility against twilight's fade.
Edward's bulging eyes reflect nothing back,
Pupils dilated to consume light itself.
The wind doesn't whisper; it holds …