Now with the monsters on the move
There was a sadness , dread and doom
For all the clouds began to loom
Now is the time of the black balloons
There was a forest and you can assume
that no one came or went through
to find the valley in the fog
with numerous distractions
Turbulent refractions
On the surface of black balloons
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:51 PM UTC
Now with the monsters on the move
There was a sadness , dread and doom
For all the clouds began to loom
Now is the time of the black balloons
There was a forest and you can assume
that no one came or went through
to find the valley in the fog
with numerous distractions
Turbulent refractions
On the surface of black balloons
Request permission to use this poem