Silver’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #1 Harvest & Moon

Okay, Silver.  I’ll try one on, just to see how it fits.  

5/7/5/7/7 syllables in 5 lines.  

Deep breath

Here goes:

 

darkfoot

Dark footsteps echo,

guided by a harvest moon

down a lonely path.

Death grips life’s delicate arm,

his breath whispers, “You are mine.”

 

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