Sat on a lake so entirely still,
A lake surrounded by daffodils,
Sits a Swan, white as the fluffy clouds above,
Her feathers more angelic than the dove.
She possessed every man daring enough to pass,
Forcing them to leave their God in the past,
She was the creation of evil,
Yet the pure looks could deceive you,
Everything was mirrors, smoke and lies.
In the end, everyone dies.
And soaring above, forced away from human eyes,
Flies the Raven, queen of the skies.
And for every man that stops to hear her story,
About dictator's deceit and her former glory,
Will learn a tale of bold imagination,
To stray from the roads - be your own creation.
For hidden underneath her dark exterior
Is beauty in such surplus it makes the swan inferior.
But she's judged by cover time and time again,
The lessons dark teaches, forgotten in the end.
I'm finding the line between what I know and what I think,
For too much reality calls for life to disappear in a blink,
Yet if I let myself fall too far into insanity,
I'll miss out on the wonder titled humanity,
Too often I'm deceived by the shiny - the white,
And I forget the wonders hidden in the night,
Everything is judged as either good or bad, today,
I think we've forgotten the wonder of grey
The Swan showed reality - the Raven, dreams.
And now I'll settle for something in between.
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The Word Ensemble
PoetryThis is a book full of words that rhyme, You can read it to pass the time. Some poems are happy and some are sad, But all dark things aren't necessarily bad. Because the world wasn't sketched in black and white, And there's a lot of grey hidden in...
