Dark clouds descend
Upon my gloomy soul.
Bleeding tears in throes
My heart breaks apart.
As night decries its imperious beauty
No lustre illumines the sky above
Ashame, appall, aghast
Stars and moon creep away beyond the blue.
When dawning stretches at daybreak
Come forth the yawn of a sapless hope
Misty dew sobs beneath the steaming fog.
It dims the tyrant chilly morning bleak.
@LCDancel
18 June 2006
www.PP.com
Excellent work, I liked it. The poem read well, although I thought some of the wording was forced. Found you on the posts. I like your style it is fresh.
Tim