Post by Rory Zenith on Apr 16, 2007 8:37:45 GMT -5
One of my poems. It's teeny but here ya go anyway!
Psalm of The Nature
Midnight cries let out the mourning owls
Bashed wolves chant their bitter howls
Mothers cover the infants' ears
Why should they suffer from those tormented cheers?
Music is only played by the wind
The immortal, invisible, unfearful and intertwined
Lionhearted mountains kiss the sky
Hoping to one day hear it's heavy sigh
Use your instinctes to hide away from venture
Follow your heart even in fatal misadventure
Forget your mistakes; yesterday is history
Think about the future as that's your unsolved mystery
A dying eagle will sing you it's final grace
The white spider will spin you a web of silver lace
Are you ready to live this worry?
For all I told you was half of the story.
Psalm of The Nature
Midnight cries let out the mourning owls
Bashed wolves chant their bitter howls
Mothers cover the infants' ears
Why should they suffer from those tormented cheers?
Music is only played by the wind
The immortal, invisible, unfearful and intertwined
Lionhearted mountains kiss the sky
Hoping to one day hear it's heavy sigh
Use your instinctes to hide away from venture
Follow your heart even in fatal misadventure
Forget your mistakes; yesterday is history
Think about the future as that's your unsolved mystery
A dying eagle will sing you it's final grace
The white spider will spin you a web of silver lace
Are you ready to live this worry?
For all I told you was half of the story.
