I will attempt poetry...1. Night timeThe CRACK of thunder shatters bones,Sending hordes of beast men homeFleeing heavenly bolts of light;Electric whips that pierce the nightThe THUMP of hooves against sandCould stifle screams of any manAnd without pause to feel the rain Wretches return from whence they cameWhile swaying trees CREEK and moanNot just beast men feel aloneFor they, as vampires, fear the lightAnd here day breaks with ferocious mightThe HISS of darkness leaves the landAs sunshine extends her soothing handCalling the frail to enjoy the day Before the cycle starts again2. KaleidoscopeI see triangles first;Then again and againTriangles of colorArranged in circle;A pattern!Magically they change Squares nowColourful vivid squaresLike picture framesLiquid picture frames that change; Become shapes I have never seen!Sometimes there are starsSometimes I see flowersSometimes just circles.What if life were like this?What if we could change shapesAnd we were all just Part of one big pattern.One giant mess of shapes and colorsChanging constantlyBut remaining the same;The same patterns repeatedForever, until I stop turning.
... *CREAK
I will attempt poetry...
ReplyDelete1. Night time
The CRACK of thunder shatters bones,
Sending hordes of beast men home
Fleeing heavenly bolts of light;
Electric whips that pierce the night
The THUMP of hooves against sand
Could stifle screams of any man
And without pause to feel the rain
Wretches return from whence they came
While swaying trees CREEK and moan
Not just beast men feel alone
For they, as vampires, fear the light
And here day breaks with ferocious might
The HISS of darkness leaves the land
As sunshine extends her soothing hand
Calling the frail to enjoy the day
Before the cycle starts again
2. Kaleidoscope
I see triangles first;
Then again and again
Triangles of color
Arranged in circle;
A pattern!
Magically they change
Squares now
Colourful vivid squares
Like picture frames
Liquid picture frames that change;
Become shapes I have never seen!
Sometimes there are stars
Sometimes I see flowers
Sometimes just circles.
What if life were like this?
What if we could change shapes
And we were all just
Part of one big pattern.
One giant mess of shapes and colors
Changing constantly
But remaining the same;
The same patterns repeated
Forever, until
I stop turning.
... *CREAK
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