EmbersA lonely land far from stars or sea A wasteland to those who wept or sinned Littered with remnants of life's debris Caught and scattered by a howling windEmbers
A forsaken hilltop in this frigid place A small dark blot on a land of bone A cottage marking its stark white face Standing silent and alone
No light shone through the window's grime To cast its joy on the sad estate The shadow of home in its long-ago prime A pall no sun could alleviate
Shadows filled the meager space And reached the boundries of the room A man sat in its dark embrace &n
Autumn's GlorySo strange that death is met with grief And tears that fall like rain For Summer's death to Autumn's glory Tells nothing of sadness or painAutumn's Glory
The sun is strong in Summer's prime And casts down joyous rays Yet it's death-bound Autumn's golden gleam That yield the brightest days
Proud Summer drapes her fruitful form with vibrant, green attire But Autumn's garbed in red and gold Caught from a funeral pyre
Condolences for Summer's death Are oh so very few They're lost in swirls of morning mist And shining, crystal dew
A songir
The Last SymphonyThe Last SymphonyThe Last Symphony
A musicality resounds Within a gunshot’s silvery rounds A cloud of smoke goes up in whirls Amid the ringing chords, unfurls
And falling bullets keep the beat As do sounds of running feet Eyes are closed; they fill with tears A wise man doesn’t see; he hears
Ever pleasing to the senses The symphonic sound commences A trigger pulled, a flash of flame Percussionists are put to shame
And then the shrieks of astonishment The choir adds their accompaniment The tang of blood, the powder’s reek Adds to the orch
Lady WinterLady Winter cold and fair Gliding in on freezing air Autumn leaves and shuts the door She enters the world once more White as bone and bleak as death The freezing wind that is her breath Flowers wither at the tip Of her frigid winter whip Frost that gathers on the glass Is how she shows that she has passed Her tears; the snow from the sky But why ever does she cry? A gift no one will ever miss The frostbite that is her kiss Birds that flee for warmer places Deny the lady's cold embraces Because of her frozen face Waters will not flow with graLady Winter
Happy Graduation!
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If tears made you pretty...
Id be fucking gorgeous!
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Id be fucking gorgeous!
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