Revered Forest
The fire within the red brick rages, And the enchantress wails as blue sparks parade. The night is so still that the darkness devours the pages, The happiness we knew is shrouded by rain. The grace and the hope have lept from the inferno, But I continue to hold on to your hand, The fire is emerged in opaque darkness, And the moon is erased by the sand. When the chaos has been whitened, And the darkness reposed, Then no longer shall I be frightened, And I shall trek on through the revered forest. Through the death and the depression I search for hearthness, But comfort in that forgotten is nothing comforting at all, And through my long search I find but darkess, Until under a leaf where a small lily pond thrives rises a silver butterfly... Somehow there is still life... Somehow there is still hope. ...I have found it.I ususally dont do any kind of rhyme scheme so let me know how it went. Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 01:05 PM PST 0 • 12
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"The fire within the red brick rages,..."