Dusk prepares to settle down The golden prince takes his leave A cloud of misty vapour veils his exit The ripples in the lake care not that the day has given way to night Having had his fill of the beautiful scenery the lone child at the pier hurries home, hurrying to get home before darkness descends and clouds his vision. The pall of darkness slowly envelops the air. The silver prince gets ready to assume the throne, the one left empty by the golden prince. The day ends, the night falls.
This poem was written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See prompt #83. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge. The challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption. This was my last minute take on the prompt.
For the visually challenged reader, the image shows wooden pier extending into a lake. The sky overhead is partly cloudy with sun trying to peep.
Image courtesy: Sadje
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