Froi Tiedoll – a damn short poem. I tried to make it as arty as possible, so I'd like your opinion on it. Hope it's not too much to ask, but the end author note has an important message.
Tsuki Yume does not own D Gray man
The war spreads thickly like acrylic,
The brush of feud whipping across the canvas,
An inexperienced hand will leave white gaps,
In those small pockets lie the saviours.
Like bleeding watercolours, they too fade,
Too translucent to belong to this world,
Tears, they fall and nourish,
Their angelic souls, multi-toned wings unfurled.
If we are the canvas, whitened and untainted,
Then they shall be the charcoal, black and unforgiving,
Contrasting, clashing in all ways, we fight,
Their endeavours at dying us black are futile; we will never forsake the living.
Reams upon reams of paper could be used,
To dictate the battle, delicate lines of ink,
Outline our characters, how we stand,
Embraced by a fruitful garden - beautiful though we stand at the brink.
Grand talk, gentle we can be,
However, as oil paint shall never dry,
Students lost can never be replaced,
Agonising memories shall never die.
No matter the time, no matter the place,
Appreciate a scene, be it sunny or rain,
Capture it, keep it safe inside your heart,
As it will never look that way again.
I speak the truth, I have seen it so,
Calamity uncovers itself as a forsaken rose bud,
Shelter yourself, and close your eyes at the last breath,
No one wants to see the world bathed in blood.
"Learn to see beauty."
Short…too short…
Now, don't hit me – but I won't be updating for a while because I have five tests in one week and three major GCSE exams coming up. Basically, I'm screwed for time. Plus, my mind and my life is toying with my existence (again)…gotta hate it when everything just sucker punches you. I might be able to just about squeeze in Cross's poem during half term, but that won't be till February 18th. Sorry!
Reviews? =3