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Nightmare Clouds
They come
rolling across the sky
across the mountains.
Dark
black
masses.
rolling across the sky
across the mountains.
Dark
black
masses.
If the white ones that flit
across the wide expanse of blue
are dreams,
then the ones that overwhelm
the brightness of the sun now
are nightmares.
The whole mountain
is encompassed in a sense of gloom.
Terrifying,
that’s what the clouds are.
They come rolling in,
piled up so thick
that they can block out
the light of the world.
Anything
could reside in their depths,
thunder,
lightning,
rain,
hail.
But what they hold
is a treasure.
I know
that what falls from the black masses
people have been wishing to come.
When they open their doors,
those colossal amorphous shapes,
will release fragile crystals.
They will smother the grass,
which has been alive
for months too long,
and winter might finally begin.
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Tigger...
This has wonderful imagery, and I like the way it changes after all the ominous words at the beginning. However, in the current form it would almost be better in prose form, since all the sentences are basically normal sentences.
See what you think!
~Titania
An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all. ~Oscar Wilde
Titania...
Thank you for your comment, I am honored because I have read and enjoyed many of your pieces. The sentences is a carry over from English Class but I will work on fixing that.
"Don't ever get angry at a man for stating the truth."
— Dagny Taggart (Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand)