The ground remains down,
where which one can lay,
The sky flows around,
where which birds fly away.
In space there is nothing,
but rocks and the dust,
The moon floats while falling,
like it always and must.
The night was full, the moon was round
The dew was falling, it wet the ground.
The leaves were silent, the wind was gone
Beneath the tree there stood but one
Lost and alone, fightened and scared
He shivered in the cold, for a rag he weared
No shoes he wore, lost to the wolves,
no sleves he had, to ward off the colds.
The moon stayed and lingered, shining it's light
that boy was alone, and he died that night.
The light of the moon, bright, round and full
shines on the path, pressed, wide and dull.
The man he looks up, face full of fear.
He scans through the sky, hopes they're not near.
His horse stops it's trot, stands there and stirs,
A noise from the bushes, a rustling is heard.
The horse rears and blots, the man falls behind.
The wolves stalk and come out, upon him they will dine.
A noise from above, a deafening roar,
spreads 'cross the ground, the wolves there no more.
The winged form lands, eyes glowing red.
"You are one," was all that it said,
then it raised up a talon, brought it down hard.
The horse into town, was caught by the bard,
saw claw marks from wolves, sent out what he could,
to find what was left, of the man in the hood.
Days later they found, in a warm forest clearing,
a black hooded mask, three stripes for a bearing.
"The demon," they said, "She got him as well."
Where Demona strikes next, only time will tell.
One by one,
the raindrops fell
one by one,
but soon a swell
millions and more
they fell from the sky
millions and more
as they hit, they die
billions and billions
yet so little to drink
billions and billions
And our boats they sink.
Ode to a Livewire
An Ode to a livewire, shining brightly in the night,
bursting with strength, elecricity and light.
Oh how I love, the manelovent way you swing,
Back and forth, like you were a living thing.
I yern to hold you, to feel your embrace,
But I know that in doing this, I would lose face.
For the Montehues of the world try to keep us apart,
But nothing can keep my love of you out of my heart.
Tomorrow perhaps, I will see you again,
Tomorrow perhaps, we will against the odds win.
I will sneak out my window, from my parents away,
And go back to main street, to watch you sway.
But sadly I know, the repair crews must come,
And take you away, my only one.
I will miss you so badly, until, like they say,
The next time you come, is only a lightning storm away!
(This poem is Xeira's fault, thank you)
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