Wolf in the Night. Wolf in the Light. Wolf In the night. Wolf in the light. Was it light? Was it darkness? Or was it the fear inside man's eyes? Was it fate? Was it destiny? For one so powerful to be chained? Did you choose your fate with those razor-sharp blades? Or did you truly get enslaved? Wolf in the night. Wolf in the light. Who could frame your beauty? Who could frame your honor? Wolf in the night. Wolf in the light. Did the same one who made the deer make you? Was it the same hammer that made your claws? The one that made thy chains? Wolf in the night. Wolf in the light. Was it the light? Was it the darkness? Were the chains meant to be? Or were they never there? Wolf In the night. Wolf in the light. Was it light? Was it darkness? Or was it the fear inside a man's eyes? Was it fate? Was it destiny? For one so powerful to be in chains? -~-Crimson Roses-~- Petals of roses deep crimson. Sparkle in the rain. Glimmering like stars. Flickering like Mars. Dancing with the breeze. Dancing with the leaves. As the other flowers lean to listen. The roses continue their dance. As if they are in a trance. The roses shine. Like red wine. The roses slowly sway. The petals glisten. The breeze goes away. And the rain. Rolls away. Spinning twisting turning swirling. Wishing on a star wishing to be a star. Twirling swirling across the room. Dancing to foreign tune. Fear, spear, clear. Clear and straight a two-edged sword. Running, fleeing, smiling. Round bound sound. But all is well. All is swell. As well. Slowly twirling round and round. Turning slower until it winds down The music stops, the animals stop. This is the Carousel as it slowly halts. the children flee glee on their face. This is the Carousel. Slowly turning older the kids, they were. Lead their children. To the place they were once mindless slaves. Slaves in their own fun. To the Carousel. To the Carousel.
Yes YES YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love poetry.
