Fear the symbolism, bitches. :]
Remember the wind,
How she blew so
Carelessly,
About the world.
How the wind, so
Gentle, brought the rain
And the hail, who,
Alone
Could not cause the
Broken
Windows, cars, homes.
And the remains of
The storm lay
Quiet, unmoving,
As the moon shone silver
Upon shards of broken glass.
Remember how the wind
Whistled through
The quiet
Streets.
How, when the dark clouds
And cages
Tried to chain her,
She just smiled,
And joined the moon
In his shining
Arms, That stormy
Night.
I wrote this one for a class, and, well, I can't quite say I'm all that satisfied with it. Feels like it needs something...I can't quite point it out, though. If you have any suggestions / comments, just leave me one of those wonderful reviews. ;]