By Euphedra Aster
A soft winter sky stained the color dark,
Fog gripped the trees and their naive bark,
It clawed at the green leaving a scar,
To the sky is a tear shed by a star,
It restricts you like a chain, holding you back,
But one pulled away and walked into black,
They walked out of mist with a mind full of power,
They plucked out the nature like the last living flower,
To this day we still follow their plan of attack,
We walk out of nature and into black.
YOU ARE READING
Walking Into Black
PoetryDon't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you tr...
