Heaven Hearts'
Just because the islands dead,And the children are not fed.
Doesn't mean the world must save them,
They can save themselves,
With no fear from treason
Volcanoes going haywire,
And natives eating bread,
It all looks pretty peaceful,
In the land of the dead.
Tsunamies to the right,
With earthquakes to the left,
And still they pray to heaven,
For a descent nights rest.
As if they didn't know it,
They're guarded in the eve,
By creatures unlike you and I,
Have ever seen,
Large claws on every tentacle,
Fish breath in the air,
And four large opal wings,
Soft as an angel's hair.
While people sleep so soundly,
These creatures fill the sky,
Watching over every hut,
Right until they die...
Volcanoes going haywire,
And natives eating bread,
It all looks pretty peaceful,
In the land of the dead.
Just watch out for those creatures,
Flying, over head,
Though later on that evening,
You'll wake up again.
(There's another poem, feel free to comment, oh there should be a picture of these creatures posted here soon, so look out for that)...
Labels: Poetry
posted by Amarynthous @ 6:16 pm
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