I wrote this one like 5 years ago i think, well never wrote it but it's been in my head =/, i like the flow of this one when i say it more than read it(when you read it imagine it is slowly getting louder and faster until the last line which should be read normally).....still any comments or criticisms?
the wary raven, is mournfully crowing
on a cold night, it's innocently snowing
and the reaper, he is out mowing
seeds of sorrow, he is sowing
and the river Styx, is ever flowing
check your fear, for it is growing
hear the horns, they are blowing
it is your time, and all signs are showing
i didn't WRITE IT DOWN is what i meant lol, it's been sloshing around in my brain, probably changing little by little until now it's actually good enough for me to write.....like a fine wine, aged to brilliance =D
the wary raven, is mournfully crowing
on a cold night, it's innocently snowing
and the reaper, he is out mowing
seeds of sorrow, he is sowing
and the river Styx, is ever flowing
check your fear, for it is growing
hear the horns, they are blowing
it is your time, and all signs are showing
i didn't WRITE IT DOWN is what i meant lol, it's been sloshing around in my brain, probably changing little by little until now it's actually good enough for me to write.....like a fine wine, aged to brilliance =D