(A co-write by Aurora and Morgan Cellohead)
I turn my collar up and turn away
It swirls around my ankles, and I climb
The stairway up into the skies of gray.
But now a sickly rain begins to fall-
Not wet but dry and frighteningly soft
And where it lands my skin begins to crawl
It fills my lungs and makes me choke and cough.
From where has come this could of smoke and plague?
From who ring out the distant cries of pain?
The sun is gone, the lights are few and vague;
The rise of sorrow comes in falling rain.
Why are the young, the blameless, now to die?
Why must they fall like ashes from the sky?
Sonnet by Aurora
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Written on 2008-11-16 at 03:33
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Ashes from the Sky
The breeze comes black and drenched in tar and grimeI turn my collar up and turn away
It swirls around my ankles, and I climb
The stairway up into the skies of gray.
But now a sickly rain begins to fall-
Not wet but dry and frighteningly soft
And where it lands my skin begins to crawl
It fills my lungs and makes me choke and cough.
From where has come this could of smoke and plague?
From who ring out the distant cries of pain?
The sun is gone, the lights are few and vague;
The rise of sorrow comes in falling rain.
Why are the young, the blameless, now to die?
Why must they fall like ashes from the sky?
Sonnet by Aurora
Read 798 times
Written on 2008-11-16 at 03:33
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