An ear-splitting crash of the thunder's roar
Flashing swords that pierce the darkness of night
A loud and bright oh, bright light of midnight
Under grey sheets she hid and felt tremor
An enthralling sight beyond castle walls
Kept behind a tremendous gate of fear
If only she could see a view so clear
Worry will rain and descend like ash falls
Only a little before it hits three
Glistening curiosity of a maid
Courage of a dame she was unafraid
Clock struck three and fear ended with a glee.
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Poems by an Idiot
PoetryA collection of my poems. P.s. I'm still a noob so, any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated:)
