A little hell, a little fun
A little staring down a gun
Aplenty laughter, plenty tears
A lot of bold, a lot of fears
Little men with evil tiding
Evil men in pointless hiding
Brutish men with lovely verses
Lovely rhymes too marred with curses
Pretty girls in fancy dresses
Fancied girls all tumbling tresses
Warlike girls all armor suited
Armored girls, their voices muted
An ever glaring, staring sun
A moon that's ever on the run
Tiny rivers and brooks and rills
Endlessly dwarfed by fields and mills
Mountains that rend the iron sky
A ravine laced with iron dye
These grasses rise to age-old trees
These age-old waters fill the seas
Still we breathe and breed and sire
Filled with pleasure and desire
Filled with loathing, hate and pain
Just to die – do it again.
YOU ARE READING
all Rhyme - no Reason
PoetryPoems I wrote here and there. I'll update whenever I find one somewhere in my papers.
