Ottende indlæg: Those who won't succumb

Okay, et weird digt jeg skrev. Aner ikke, hvad det handler om, det var bare nogle sære ord, som alle flød rundt inde i min hjerne, og jeg tillod dem så, at blive skrevet ned ):

The cries of a crow fill the night

Shatters the sky, the pieces falling down

Heavy landing on heavens forbidden door

Invading paradise, changing the rules

Forbidden fruits given to the people

Though you roughly said no

Unclouded visions to those who won’t succumb

Your scream for air bends with the cries

The earth stands still, the clouds overtaking

Darkness, no air, no breath, no fire

But you

The sole survivor of a then so noble race

A last fighter, a warrior of will

Another stone stands in your way, blocking

The crow lightly tabs it, the earth shatters

So little does so much, but the night will still be

Forever