One cannot hate the darkness
if one is its own creation.
Where is God now?
Who knows what I have whispered
to the earthen walls about me
in the night's shrouded hours.
My window on the future
is veiled with ebon cloth.
No mortal eye dare prophesy
the Stygian gloom of that dim region.
Within its bleak expanses
my frail heart lays beating.
A summons now awakens me
from my unending slumber.
Ah! The scent of verdant, growing things
pools of water like silver glass…
But there is no time, no thought to waste
for I am needed by someone, and I must fight.
Crimson tide laps meadow grass
and I am alone again.
Maybe there is no point in life
and I will diminish, a shadow in the mist.
Though my existence is a useless one,
perhaps I can atone, through diligence and servitude.
Why does the daylily bloom by the mere?
So fragile in its solitude, twisted by the frost.
a note from the desk of ethereal damsel
Well, ff dot net seems to be against stanzas in poetry. Oh well. This is only the second thing I've submitted, so reviews would be helpful.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.