Sorry guys, but this is my attempt at a poem. Pretty decent if you asked me...

I think I was meant for four-lined ones. D:


There was only silence,

and choking sobs and tears of mourning.

There was only silence,

and silent screams and laughter fading.

There was only darkness,

as the sun grew dull and nightfall came.

There was only darkness,

as the clouds appeared, unable to tame.

There was only regret,

as the storm raged on, unable to stop.

There was only regret,

as the rain poured down, never to stop.

There was only mourning,

as thunder flashed and crashed, and crashed.

There was only mourning,

as a young boy fell, how rash, so rash.

There was only solitude,

for the mist that grew thicker and crueler.

There was only solitude

for the mist that wept and yearned to be stronger.

There was only peace,

that filled the face of a fading sky.

There was only peace,

before, he was, to finally die.