A big feast is waited for
At the ancient forest street, that remains
Sticks for the crows to look out at the prey
One day, children came all the way
To discover the old factory, oh my bad!
All the time where playing
Until they saw the chimney all blowing
Thomas start wondering if he should panic
No time left to the feast
When the crows start smile and applaud
For the trap they planned
And for the peace of their follow that went on flame
Vulnerable starts to bleed
On the night of beast
That has no mercy to plead
So here the trick, never play the rough
When your bones are not tough
In the the crows palace
YOU ARE READING
Inner explosion
PoesíaWhat a better idea than having a 30 days challenge that will turn into 28 since i started it in February, to boost creativity and writing skills after a long pause. This is a collection of poems inspired from photos, nature,shows, the daily life...
