Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 6 (Eye). This week, it’s the B rhyme spot.

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Through deserted streets I wondered
Hiding the real fear in my eye
Not a soul left in the cities.
Gone, nothing left to be conquered.
All doors locked tight none to entered.
Escape to the country I try
Fear of shadows make my feet fly.
The pale moon my only whiteness .
Wearing my cloak of loneliness
To out run death I always strive.

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My entry for this weeks Décima Poetry Challenge No. 6 EYE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)