Again, I'm generally not a poetry writer. No longer. This is another poem that I deemed "okay" enough to share.
Pools of blood staining the autumn ground,
Unspoken words: "Good work!"
when the deed is done.
An empty shell,
With eyes of shimmering gold
Fixed upon the parting heavens,
And weeping of dry tears.
O.o Never seen you make a poem before. lol Anyway, great job on the poem even though it's short. ^_^
Nothing wrong with short, I say ;p Thanks.
its not the lengh of it matters, its the depth of it and its content.
anyways nice poem...your good at poems i didn't know.
what you know rei is full of surprises.