So, I often write poetry, so I thought you might like some.
Poem:
The forlorn cry,
it pierces deep,
It echos loud,
All through the keep.
The paw steps close,
all circle in,
for the ghosts that have always been.
The soldiers eyes all wide to see them there.
Looking back,
though they don't stare.
They race away,
all in a pack,
they keep on going,
they don't look back.
They're white as snow,
as grey as storms,
as black as ash,
but that's the norm.
They're there then gone,
far away,
they don't leave traces,
not even this day.
They are the ghosts of Alaska about,
they are real,
so don't you doubt.
The nomadic wolves,
at winters turn,
they run all free,
because their souls yearn.
They explore their territory around,
they race for they aren't bound.
They have all the space to play,
all their territory the icy plain.
Haiku:
Fox deep within forest,
yips and calls to the bright moon,
come light my path soon.
Another poem:
Night as dark as raven feathers,
Bright moon in the firmament,
Stars specks of salt glowing at a distance.
The twilight warm.
Fireflies flash,
a path in the darkness.
Like fallen stars shining.
You wander the path of the lightning bugs,
a pond lies ahead.
Light reflected on the surface.
Calm fills you.
The night is still.
You feel something,
a new feeling blooming inside,
is it
Peace?
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Blazingfirecat's world
HumorSo, well this is kinda a gonna be a look into my life. So expect rants, stories, and other randomness. I will try to come out with new parts every few days, but it might be a while till I post next.
