As a general rule, I don't write much poetry. I think, however, that everyone writes some poetry (even though most wouldn't admit it). The majority of this poem is just an ironic fluke. A few years ago, I was testing out my new computer and, out of bordem, was playing around with our new word processing program. I was testing the different fonts so I needed something to test them out with. Quite simply, the first eight lines were the result of this. I left the poem alone for a while, but it kept haunting me. A few days later, I finished it. I hope you enjoy it. It may start out a little depressing, but in the end, I think you'll get my point.
Darkness falls across the land as land as shadows ever weep.
Hope now tumbles far away and death grows closer yet.
Clouds are black and nightmares walk across the broken ground.
Terror stalks across the sky breathing danger near.
The eyes cast down onto the ground forever staying there.
Fog shrouds over the shadow night into the misty dark
The buildings crumble bowing down into a shadowed street.
The people fear the death approaching and wait for it to come.
I hear the strangers scream in fear of their ending life.
I stand alone against the terror and the midnight gleam.
It puzzles over me a bit and seems to think it through.
We will stand against the night and fight it to the last.
Slowly we begin to see an ever growing bright,
The world begins to see its light for the first time in eternity,
The darkness has left its mark across the ruined streets.
Stars fall ever tumbling down, and heros fear to sleep.
Dreams are torn and fade away never to be seen.
Shadows turn and go astray as ever as they've been.
Life is shattered, broken hard, as mankind pays the debt.
Stars dim to dark and rule the sky, dread has come to here.
Songs shall die and all that is left is the darkness and the fear.
Memories fall hard behind and what is lost is never found.
Dreams die hard and empty deaths, lost within the night.
Hope is gone and life is wrong, lost also with the light.
All that is left for us to do is huddle in consuming fear.
The past has gone a shrouded way, the present is now dying.
Tomorrow seems to never come so what's the use in trying.
Strangers shuffle slowly by and no one seems to care.
Darkness closes strangling in onto the dying streets.
Children fear the coming night and so begin to weep.
Dreams tremble softly on the ground nearby a dying lark.
Tears fall into new formed streams and travel ever on.
There is no future anymore, because all of it is gone.
Two siblings walk a long way on but never do they sleep.
I see the darkness come so near and its breath is on my face.
But never will I crumble down into that dismal fate.
But I stand tall and meet its gaze instead of being done.
I see the children in the path praying for death quick.
They do not see if we stand strong that we can conquer it.
They only see the coming death, the ending of the strife.
I look beyond the foggy dark, into the ending light,
And I see a future bright if we stand to finish the fight.
I stand there knowing if we die then so will die the dream.
Death comes to hunt me down and bow me where I stand,
But it will never beat me for I will not leave this land.
It knows I can not be defeated, it knows that this is true.
Then I see the children near as they turn to look at me.
Then they wander closer yet to become truly free.
We shall not let our future die with the present and the past.
The darkness starts to scream in rage at this new enemy,
It can not see life will go on and we will ever be.
Chasing shadows far away and letting in the light.
The night lifts slowly across the nightmare shattered land,
But we face it all, not one and one, but together hand in hand.
And mankind learns that now we are forever truly free.
We cry for joy and sing the songs we thought were ever lost,
We jump and play and laugh away as the light begins to cross.
The is much to do but now without fear we can finally sleep.
We have much to rebuild that we have lost but now we can wait,
Today is simply to be thankful for the future that we create.
