pessimist's hell

almost paradise.

sun-swords and their respective sun-warriors

hack away at the ogreish clouds.

among the towering daisies

flowering into their artful form,

we smile a little too deliberately.

 

the clocktower strikes thirteen.

before the day is through,

we will have faded.

Author's Note

I literally just wrote this one. I'm sitting in the computer lab in Chemistry. Couldn't get it out of my head.

Reviews

[Chris]

Woah, very short but very good. I like how the 2nd stanza is a pardox of the 1st.
You captured pessimism perfectly with just a few lines.

[ju]

it's cool. i don't get stuff like THAT stuck in my head. pure talent.