justinisthecrazy

Exile Category: Poetry Views: 25 Exile Through the darkness of the storm There came a cry above the wind, A scream of deep despair, Then echoed by the sound of pain. Between the hillsides came relief. The blessed shelter, sought and found. Here the beast could hide and rest To thaw his frozen limbs. Beneath their roof tops the people sighed, No longer afraid as the darkness deepened. Families huddled and relaxed together, Keeping at bay, the fear of light. Above the snow, the sky grew bright, The strength of the sun grew. The beast again began to stir and moan. Maybe today the people will change.

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L7	September 28, 2009, 11:49AM  hmm