Sunny turning violent white.
Everything's still, covered in sheath
Warming breeze under a rain fall
Animals begin to awake
The scorching sun, dripping of sweat
Running freely, adoring the light
Starting to dim, color is falling
Succumbing to the nearing cold
The cycle repeats, never ending
From Winter. Spring. Summer. And Fall
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
Dark skies are falling through the town, the mist
Strolls along the damp cobblestone walkway.
He comes alone, only with scythe assist.
Path and scythe, cruelly curved, long and grey.
He walks along, at all never stopping
While this wretched creature beckoned me near.
Held in place, but my heart not yet falling.
Angel of death, a lovely pale reaper.
Embrace of Death is all that gives me hope.
The one whom will take me into the mist.
Reaching in my ***** my soul to *****
It submitting within his bony fist
Playing with heart-strings, his fateful gest
He, who delivers me eternal rest
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
"What's your favourite colour?"
"It's blue"
But it's not just blue
It's the colour of loyalty
Of the trust that I placed within you
It's the colour of the sky
On a clear summers day
As beautiful as a swan
Gliding across the still lake
It's the blue that I miss
Then I'm alone
It's the blue that makes me feel love
Feel the warmth inside
Looking into your eyes
I found my favourite colour
"What's your favourite colour?"
"It's blue"
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC