Post by Starlight on Aug 16, 2011 22:53:25 GMT -5
So, I got a little obsessed with the whole cbox thing and ended up writing this. Sadly, I could not find a place for my crickets, but this will do. So, anyway, this is a poem about MountainClan's...er...coma. XD
The moon’s silver glow
Is slowly dying
Behind clouds of grey
And rain comes pouring
That house on the hill
Once cheery and bright
Lies dormant and cold
On that rainy night
The lights, they flicker
Candles, they sputter
And darkness seeps in
As grey moths flutter
Rotted wood groaning
Dead branches creaking
Windowpanes rattling
The cold wind shrieking
The dust is settling
The cobwebs growing
The colors fading
The ravens crowing
And silence prevails
