Dark Fallings (Part 2)

A legend of England I heard.

The sound of wings, the darkness

and rubble.

Tears on the streets, and walking

figures through the dark.

Ravens had fallen, and a sense

of dread had taken the tower.

Black earth smothered the minds

of many, depression and sadness

settled.

Only a dream. Life isn't dead, it is

not what it all comes to seem.

Father once told me, keep your

head; You’ll need it one day, or

you might wind up dead!

The clock tower bellowed as

midnight came.

Three strikes Americans say,

and you’re out of the ball game.

Life is a game of wisdom and truth.

Don’t blind yourself with stupid

dreams, and use your youth.

Ravens had fallen, Legend said;

England is dead.

Author's Note

This is the second piece to the poem. I hope you like it, and please leave a comment of what you think. Thanks, SJ