Sep 2017
there is a grey mist hanging from the sky
behind miles of its skin is a raging war
a calm firmament, but peace is yet so far
it is weak, and so, it yearned to die
roars were heard, and light brought the bath
the war is already won, sing an aftermath
behind miles of its skin is a raging war
a calm firmament, but peace is yet so far
it is weak, and so, it yearned to die
roars were heard, and light brought the bath
the war is already won, sing an aftermath
We are asked to write a poem with a ABBACC rhyming scheme. I am actually not so used with the use of any rhyming scheme, so here it goes. :> Enjoy! God Bless!
