A Poem by Alice Crypt; Brittany

A poem on how we see things but can be different from what we perceive. It goes from the smaller picture of what is known, to that which is unknown.


The world fallen to pieces with ravens aloft

Maybe the world is sad and lonely

Maybe the skies are black and distraught


Maybe the trees break in the wind

Maybe the flowers are paper thin

See not red that flows within, the green, the yellow, the transparency eyes can begin


To see the beauty that flows….

Maybe the wind is not what blows

Maybe a crow does not know


That death is knocking at the door

Maybe those are not tears that flow

Maybe death is not so


Horrible to come to those

Maybe life is more than death alone

Maybe the heavens do not exist


Maybe hounds guard hell

Maybe hell is not such a fell

A preacher does persist


Maybe His words contradict

Maybe it is hard to admit

But to all it is the same


The world lies amiss…

© 2012 Alice Crypt; Brittany

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Alice Crypt; Brittany
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Added on October 26, 2012
Last Updated on October 26, 2012
Tags: World, Heaven, Hell, change, dark, light


Alice Crypt; Brittany
Alice Crypt; Brittany

Staten Island, NY

Hi, my name is Alice Crypt: AKA, Brittany. I'm a huge gaming freak, I love steampunk, horror (especially vampire and werewolves (Underworld, Dracula, etc) (Not Twilight, didn't want to have to go ther.. more..