denile

this is not finished. It is just the shell of a poem, waiting to be filled in.

Its always fiery hearts and faery wings
and now and then the ravens sings
his melody can be heard from mile to mile
even as we sit and shake our heads in denile
denile of the present, crashing down around us
slowly hallowing us each out from inside

How do we expect to survive?

Author's Note

NOT FINISHED
merely a shell of a poem waiting patiently for me to finish it

Reviews

After reading some of your stuff, I can hardly wait to see how this one goes. Great start.

[Senseless whatever]

Good start, make a second stanza about the past, and a third stanza about the future..... Stuff is popping in my mind now I can send it to you later if you would like.