Dark Poetry #4 |
Storm |
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since 2007-12-22
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Outside it's raining A beautiful touch To this world I love so much. Its greenery grows As the streams flow Flowers bloom Unto their doom. Outside it's windy A tornado of destruction To this place Of no instruction. The howling grows As the wind blows Evil blossoms Purity wilts. Now there's lightning A fascinating array of lights To this world That's again bright. Lightning stabs Right through the heavens See into darkness True colors show. Now there's thunder An uproar terrible to behold To this place Of no control. The ruckus continues As dreams turn to fear All must hide While evil is near. Finally it's over Darkness is at peace With this earth Now comes release. Some are pure Some are evil But a few like me Could be either. Author's Note: The part about "But a few like me/Could be either" is addressing humans-we can make wonderful things that help others, or things of destruction. Alexandra |
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