A/N: I just plain don't even this poem.
It was raining and thundering and all sorts earlier this evening (yay, our drought's over! :D), so I ended up writing a poem. It kind of starts off well and ends in a meh-worthy fashion, I think. Ah well. Also shortness. Tell me what you think. :D
Let us slink between the trees,
just mere whispers on the breeze.
Moonlight does battle with the leaves;
give us a stormy night, please.
Let us creep o'er the grass
between the ponds as still as glass,
jet-black eyes a-glint like brass
'til stormy night has come to pass.
Let us whisper with the gale
where the moon is thin and pale,
worn red eyes full of bale
waiting for stormy night to wail.
Let us knock-knock on the door
when he is gone searching for
who-knows-what; he just wants more.
He's not seen stormy night before.
Let us delve into the cave,
be us coward, be us brave,
where the darkness itself craves
stormy night from drought to save.
But when the clouds coalesce
and the air grows thick and tense,
the land begins to convalesce.
A stormy night we profess.
Suddenly
thunder claps his hands and booms;
all the hills part to make room
for lightning's quick dance step and bloom.
All the old trees that loom
bow their prickly heads in awe;
all ye creatures, drop your jaw.
Still ocean forms blue-black claw;
the clouds lose every break and flaw.
Tall black monsters scream and flee
while the spiders shriek with glee;
a thousand bats all flutter free
spooked by creepers' raspy pleas.
Rain smashes with spiky fists;
the zombies moan, not used to this.
Lightning twirls, thunder insists
that noise and silence coexist.
Turn down your sound to spare your ears
or venture out and face your fears;
the tired sky cries joyous tears
and lightning cracks, "Come out, my dears!"
If we would dare, perhaps we'd find
the one who pays us near no mind,
nigh-deaf and dumb, by dark made blind
and show him that we can be kind.
Or not! Or not! Have we forgot
that stormy nights plan, scheme and plot?
Things of fur and bone and rot,
by stormy night we know you not.