Night

the night is beautiful, for it does many things. while the night may be feared, it should also be praised for it's ability to guide with the light of the moon and stars, and to shield those that need to hide. it is great and terrible, a blessing and a curse.

A dark clothed figure perched upon the rooftop of a building, the night cloaking with its powers of invisibility. The figure would have never been shaped as a human, if the wind hadn't started to whip around them. Even with the wind and lightly lit moon, it was still hard to tell if the person was real. The person could merely be a shadow, haunting and darkly beautiful; a dark angel, if you will.


Fate

standing at the edge of the world
seeing, the human race so cruel
a city haunted by destiny
a city that's lost its serenity
seven stars twinkling brightly
in a place fraught with tradegy

seven dragons of heaven
with one aim in mind
to protect earth and all its kind
seven dragons of the earth
similar yet not the same
to bring about the earth's rebirth

some say it was fate
so near yet far too late
the pieces in motion
each person a choice they had to make.
-end
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH....

killlllllllllllllllll meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

why am i doing this to myself? writing these horrible, utterly terrible cheesy poems!!!!