Shadowed Moors

Eh, just some weird poem created by me. I just felt like writing something like this because I get mad easily these days and that it's the monsoon season (I think). Enjoy!

As I walk through the shadowed moors,

A gray tempest showers above me.

As I walk through the shadowed moors,

I see a wilted lily.

As I walk through the shadowed moors,

The mud pulls at my boots hungrily.

As I walk through the shadowed moors,

The wind tugs at my head fiercely.

As I walk through the shadowed moors,

The thunder and lightning call to me.

As I walk through the shadowed moors,

The darkness swirling aound me.

As I walk through the shadowed moors,

I remember,

That there is no shadowed moor over yonder.

Author's Note

What do you think about it? What can I do to improve? Any problems with the poem do you like it? Et cetera.

Reviews

[deeps]

I like it, I think it's wonderful the way it is.
I can feel the emotion.