Writing Babylon

[Sere Tuscumbia]

This is just one of those odd poems you write and you don't even think 'bout it . . .

[U]Babylon[/U]

Past the break of dawn
A new sun rises
On a lonely, desolate world.
How many there are gone
Migrating to a better place?
The sun rises high
Casting long shadows on the heaps.
He can hear Mother Earth cry out
Her voice rising and falling in a never-ending wail.
The fun falls
And a blood-red moon hangs high above
As if Artimus had bled
Down her silver chain,
And onto the moon.
The chain dangles perilously
And the moon tries to fall from the heavens.
Father Sky longs to cradle his children of light
Holding them chose, and whisper words in their ear.
But Mother Earth's cries break through the silence
As the moon dies out
Over an unforgiving world.


"The crack pours blood down on the unworthy,
And leaves them to face the darkness alone."
~!*Sere*!~

P.S. Thanks for ignoring me, I hate you too! :flaming:

[Kittie]

[color=seagreen]this was a pretty kool poem!

it has nice imagery in it! which is always good!
this was a treally good poem! twas deep! ;)

and i enjoyed it lots!!

you seem to be a good writer!! :D [/color]

:wave:

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]She is actually, don't let the "tough girl" additude and pretty looks fool you. ;)[/COLOR]