The shade of white,
As it slowly fades to black,
It never stops,
Or cease to exist,
And its speed remains the same,
Striding carefully to the other side,
Crawling,
Tumbling,
Falling to its feet,
With a rising darkness,
That swallows whole,
Such a beautiful lullaby for the fearful.
Soldiers stand at the brightest corner,
Guns at hand,
Skin glistening from the layers of sweat,
Tanned by the unforgiving sun,
The masons build walls,
Against the impending darkness,
That crawls over,
In a slow enticing catwalk,
Taking as it breaks,
Feeding into the same void,
Every standing form.
They shoot into the darkness,
It replies with a roar,
Angered by the loud and sharp sounds,
Gasping and howling,
With moans and screams,
At the pain brought,
By the beautiful melody.
Afraid,
In despair,
The slow dance weakens,
And in a flash,
All is swept away by the void,
But with the smile of the beautiful damsel,
The darkness becomes light once again.
YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.
