A BROKEN RAINBOW

An orange gloom smears the sky

as the Sun slowly sets to die,

drowning itself in the cold blue sea,

touching the grey mountains of melancholy.

 

Rays of hope retreat from the green grass

as the ashen clouds cover our heads, alas!

Until the blazing fire of hell cools down

to wane the rouged cheeks of the town.

 

So they crumble brown leaves under their feet

and wander in the pink dawn on the street,

sitting with a blank face in an empty room,

waiting for the wilting violets to re-bloom.

 

But Death, the snow shrouded friend,

will soon engulf their bleeding hearts and send

them to a purgatory of black winters,

far from their lost golden summers.

12:01 AM

April 26, 2013

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

You very well-defined the working's of a day to engulf the darkness just near the end you gave a glimpse of hope the violets would re bloom but then you brought in the executioner AKA death well wrtten

[D. Mujeeb]

Thank you. :)

[W R Stowe]

your very welcome