The earth trembles under a sky so fair,
The ravens, they shriek a warning call,
Somewhere deep there..
Creeping out of the lair..
She goes to stain the autumn leaves.
Redder.
There is a smell in the Taiga,
Of crisp, fresh fear.
Providence denies as lives frenziedly implore.
The waterfront grows dark with death and reflects,
Magnitude of uncertainty, impossible to ignore.
A fluttering ceases with innocence unscathed.
Fragrant silence.
A dead artery whispers the triumph of life.
And autumn was never so bright before.
2 comments:
let'em include dis in d syllabus....
it's very ...umm very dark n morbid n cold n pessimistic....but i like it,suits my mood!!
the first stanza is great...vivid in its imagery and use of words to instill the sense of foreboding and fear..
the second stanza doesn't sit too well with me.
Cant find fault in style or usage of words though.
Cheers.
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