The dawn of a morning
creaked in the sky
Hearing its echo
he ventured outside
Out on the porch
observing the blooms
he noticed a flower
with the face of a moon
Trampled down plants
surrounded its land
Left standing firm
with a glare unabashed
Unsettling fears
crept in his ears
Uproot this monster
and break this earth free
Under weak weedy light
with a serrated old knife
he bent to his knees
to kill off his plight
Grazing the blade
along all its sides
a thought trailed his mind
was he doing what’s right?
The shadows of night
swashed back and forth
Almost cloaking the sight
of a corpse on the floor
please help me with the meter, i dont know anything about that kinda stuff
is it good or bad?
creaked in the sky
Hearing its echo
he ventured outside
Out on the porch
observing the blooms
he noticed a flower
with the face of a moon
Trampled down plants
surrounded its land
Left standing firm
with a glare unabashed
Unsettling fears
crept in his ears
Uproot this monster
and break this earth free
Under weak weedy light
with a serrated old knife
he bent to his knees
to kill off his plight
Grazing the blade
along all its sides
a thought trailed his mind
was he doing what’s right?
The shadows of night
swashed back and forth
Almost cloaking the sight
of a corpse on the floor
please help me with the meter, i dont know anything about that kinda stuff
is it good or bad?