A/N Okay guys this will probably be my last poem in this story unless I get a POV request or particularly feel like writing another one. I apologise for taking so long with this. I don't really have a reason. It's just ashen you don't feel like writing poetry, you can't force it. I wrote this in French too, and I thought it could somewhat be Pinocchio. Sort of-ish... Maybe. I don't know. Sorry for it not being very long.
This is for Gifted Shadows, for being awesome.
And the rain keeps tumbling down
Rolling and falling
The heavens are crying
My hand pressed against cold glass window
Lightning descending
Spirits are reaching
We are called to
From above with
This cruel and cold
Show of beauty
But I am still captivated
Destroy the whole world
I'll sit and watch you
Paths of tears on icy cold glass
How saddening, they say
I ask for your point
What do you ask?
And what do you tell?
Destroy the whole world
I'll sit and watch you