A/N: Hey all, this was the first poem I wrote about Animorphs, but I haven't gotten around to update it, so go on read!! (yes, I was talking to you, stop reading this and read the poem, no really, stop reading this!! ;) TRIXSTER
CRIMSON RAIN
By TRIXSTER
The rain falls silently,
Washing away the
Hopes and dreams
That will never be,
Giving life for
The exchange of others.
But as traces of
The horror are
Lost among the current,
The pain of the souls
Embed themselves into
The hearts of
Burdened, old children,
Who release their
Own rain to heal,
But to no avail.
Pitter, patter
The crimson rain falls.