Order
The Creatures of my demise are the creatures I despise
Coward souls looking for voices
Buds blooming without choices
Am I to blame?
The water and sun will come without worship
The inevitable occurs and they know it
What will happen once their pretty season is over?
Fall will come and their bushes will crumble
Am I to blame?
One who brought light and nourishment
It is only natural to nurture
Saddened by nature is existence
Those that die will live again
Ones that prevail will pay witness to the mother
She will carry on to another
Forgetting the forgotten
<Deleted User> (13762)
Mon 17th Oct 2016 09:03
ooh I really like the first two thirds of this Ari - it temptingly verges on a fight-through-a-darkened-bramble-filled-forest gothic feel - almost akin to a Tim Burton movie or fairy tale - but somehow it loses impetus towards the end when it should be bursting out of that forest into an open glade of bright sunlight.
Of course I might be talking nonsense! Thanks for posting.