Drownpour

Poem by: aaihalbs

Summary

It's the way of the world, and it's my giant metaphor of it all. Thanks for reading! Please leave comments, even if it's just yay or nay! Thanks! :D

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Submitted: December 27, 2010

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Submitted: December 27, 2010

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A million stars tumbled to earth
Preciptation that couldn't quench thirst
A million wishes that reached no worth
I danced in the downpour and I died first

I read the lyrics and birthed the cursed
Between the covers I did my worst
Between the sheets of souls I coerced
I danced in their minds and angels dispersed

There is the good and evil that coexist
Inside the soul, they're binds that twist
And mix beyond a fix until our souls enlist
The devil to assist in a quick resistance

I danced in their minds to a forgotten tune
For evils a sickness to which none are immune
While goodness is a virtue to which none can attune
And harmony is the music that died too soon

Immoral laws passed for the cause
Cast the weather to a roaring applause
The fact the weatherman forgot who he was
And got shot in the parking lot by a lost cause

Resulted in a culted resistance
A choir master who composed music for dance
Sent the forecasted flocking at first glance
Sparing our souls, for sale in advance

The wise voice giving choice was named the devil
He brought his wisdom and freedom to level
The field, to reap a yield of minds dishelved
They danced in the glory and they reveled

My curse was a oath I swore to uphold
To raise up the meek and cast down the bold
To cultivate youth and silence the old
To collect the million downpour souls once sold

Silence ceased the effervescent downpour
Their eyes dilated and they begged for more
The devils marched in to settle the cheated score
And the original devil faded to lore

It never rains and there are no shadows
No followers that the knowledgable bestows
Wisdom upon; all that's left is forgotten tomorrows
We wallow in the dried up puddles of handsome sorrows

A million feet shuffle through pitchblack sunlight
We are blinded by a light that forgot the right
It casts no glow, no shadow, on things in clear sight
The angels returned to narrow the path and make the tunnel tight

An evil, a devil resides within my insides
He's parched and daily his sorrows he confides
A thousand times he's lied, but truths survived
He'll say anything for a sip of death at hightide

I danced in the downpour and I died.


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It's the way of the world, and it's my giant metaphor of it all. Thanks for reading! Please leave comments, even if it's just yay or nay! Thanks! :D

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