______________________________________________ This is the first poem in a series of poems that I will post. All of them written by yours truly: Deska. ______________________________________________ And yes. It's a very basic rhyme scheme of ABAB, but sometimes simple can be beautiful. ______________________________________________
______________________________________________ ~// Sickle or Scythe? //~ When the sky cracks and falls Will we run and hide Or turn to face what calls? Foolishness or pride? Run from the dark Shelter through the night Wear your mark Don't let it bite I shall wield the scythe We will stand and fight Our demons will writhe Under our collective might Life's an avalanche Burying us all alive Did we ever stand a chance? Yet we fight to survive Faces hallow Can we still rise? Who do we follow? Claim our prize Scythe or sickle? Reap or weep? Choices fickle Choices steep Will we ever reach the summit? Find the apex Will we learn from it? It's not complex Life's an avalanche Burying us all alive Did we ever stand a chance? Yet we fight to survive Follow our hearts Lest they lead us astray Fill the charts Victims of foul play And then we look towards the sky Seeing the light shine through Our walls begin to fortify And we follow our crew Falling for their trap Losing our grip Caught in a mishap Slipping from the fingertip Life's an avalanche Burying us all alive Did we ever stand a chance? Yet we fight to survive ______________________________________________
