the darkness comes in quietly
waiting for us to rest
hiding many secrets
intent cloaked in gloom
the flame can get excited some time
the sparks are lit in celebration
but the danger of a curious pyre
it always finds something to consume
the flow of water much like blood in the veins
will always be the beginning and end of life
the rains can cleanse
or they can drown
stones seem unshakeable
monuments of patience and strength
watch the mountains turn to dust
and you will know your time is up
roots are the bones of the earth
they will drag us down
we will decay long before the trees
they are watching and waiting
the wind whispers
making us fear the breeze
and beg the storm's mercy
until all traces of us are blown away
the light blinds us to its truth
calling brightness salvation
but it births many cruel shadows
and promises to save us from evil of its making
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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