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Post by kaidanasnan on Mar 18, 2005 16:01:21 GMT -8
Thirteen days are gone, Thirteen day to come, Thirteen drops of that scarlet blood, Gleaming in the sun.
Thirteen days back then, Thirteen days right now, Thirteen days in this burning sun, Just for that broken vow.
Thirteen is that awful number, Thirteen has brought this plague, Thirteen has drained my life away, Those last notes have been played.
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Another spur of the moment poems. They seem to come a lot now. Anyway, tell me what you think, bad or not.
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Post by louise on Mar 19, 2005 2:30:54 GMT -8
I think you missed an s in the second line (days). It is nice, though
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Post by Queen of Rain on Mar 20, 2005 4:32:23 GMT -8
this poem was beautiful and with nice rhythm, i think it loses folcus somewhat in the explanation that comes in the last stanza tho..
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