One towers darkly -
A volcanic shard of
jagged rock,that
looms over magma roofs.
Black spires pierce the
sky, and from her lofty
vantage point, Black
Mary keeps her
vigil.
The other's vast
grey form dominates
kindly, fair and
square, giantesque.
The slow river wraps
round it. Trees grow
up towards it. And after
sleepless nights, the sun
rises up to bless it.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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