"A tree stands all alone
In the deep dark woods
It has millions of leaves
Each with different moods
Some leaves shake,
Some leaves shiver
Some leaves fall,
Some leaves quiver
But I am the only leaf
Of this lonely tree
With millions of dew drops,
All...
So, this is a sonnet, and I tried to write it in a different style today, without the usual rhymes. This is the first writing style with which I'm writing this poem.
Who are thee, oh lord, to punish me, thus?
Who are thee, oh god, to make me fall, to make me leave?
My wings now stained with the black of dark shadows
You have killed me, without a second chance
Pride wasn't my folly, it was the force I controlled
You may call me the Satan, from now, forevermore
For, a fallen angel I am, stripped of my former self
Who were thee, oh lord, to punish me, thus?
Who were thee, oh god, to rid me of my feathery wings?
Now I'm a vast void of darkness you can't comprehend
You shall end within my grasp, without a second chance
Now I'm lust, greed, jealousy, easily swayed by fingertips
Are the weak morals, I'm vengeance, revenge, Satan
For, a fallen angel I was, now the vile, vicious, vanguard of hell...
I know, it sucks, maybe because I've never written this way before, my style is more... emo, I'd like to think xD
Did you like it, btw?
~Till the next update!~
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