Singing bells tell the sun to sleep an empty street is suddenly full lives continue in the bustling crowd the sky blushes indigo.
An empty street is suddenly full sirens blare and people scream the sky blushes indigo smoke billows and fire rages on.
Sirens blare and people scream twisted metal and blood smoke billows and fire rages on I feel the crisping heat on my skin.
Twisted metal and blood is this the true meaning of horror? I feel the crisping heat on my skin I cannot tell if it is imaginary.
Is this the true meaning of horror? Everything spins, I cannot tell if it is imaginary. The monster prowls towards me as I run in vain.
Everything spins, I skitter along the ground The monster prowls towards me as I run in vain. nature takes itβs course.
I skitter along the ground brushing leaves with my golden touch nature takes its course a new seasons spring up below me
Brushing leaves with my golden touch life and death swirl and switch, a new season springs up below me the cold watches from the shadows, waiting.
Life and death swirl and switch, lives continue in the bustling crowd the cold watches from the shadows, waiting singing bells tell the sun to sleep.
This poem is a pantoum. It's a style of poetry where each line is repeated twice. Lines 2 and 4 are repeated until the very last stanza, where the 1st and 3rd lines of the first stanza become the 2nd and last lines of the last stanza.