The Foreboding Encounter

A Poem by Paramount

Steers are rushing to battle,

The dust is not settled.

The storm clouds are moving in quickly,

Teardrops fall like small trinkets.

Silent mourners take their places,

The ceremony is about to begin.

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Added on June 8, 2016
Last Updated on June 8, 2016

I write poems and short stories about a variety of topics, regarding whatever inspires me at the time. more..