Alright, this is my very first submission into FF. I'm hoping that after I find my footing, I'll be able to write an actual story. For now though, all I have is this poem. I have been studying a Russian poet called Anna Akhmatova, so this is kind of an imitation of her voice. I also had a special little green alien in mind, hence why it's up here. Not only that, but it's also an entry for metasgirl's contest. Ambitious, I know. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy. Edit: Thank goodness for Shift+Enter!
The robin stands against the cold snow
Chirping its song for others to hear.
Snowflakes stir, animals scurry
Couples come closer than they would before dare.
The melody defies the swirling chill,
Touching the hearts of all who listen
To the tune that fills every pore of the earth.
The air through the little bird's beak is nearly unstoppable
In the onslaught of the days silence.
Yet there is an exception, for thick green walls together forming a home,
Past a purple petite window, is where I stand.
Those who embrace the melody
Have no fear, nor any foresight,
They do not think of problems come ahead,
Or what events could unravel with time.
I know the trap of the song,
I've felt the rip from a follower,
Salt forever burned on my tongue
Should've known all along,
Adoration does not remain.
Yet the how the robin sings!
Releasing its soul to the life around,
Telling all to be free and embrace
To let go what they once had bound.
It tempts me, it mocks me.
The desire to rip open this two-way mirror,
Is clawing deep into my back.
Allowing the music to wash over me,
Like an invigorating wave from the sea.
Only for it to burn my heart and mind
As if a fire made of pure terror.
So I stay here in this fortress of loneliness,
While the robin leaves me behind.