As the wind sweeps through the dark. Streets echo the voice of the tree tops, and housetops. In the stormy night lamps fade in the middle of nowhere.
On a dark stormy night,
Clouds were smiling,
By the thunderlight,
The sleep became even sweet,
Knocking the clouds,
As owls as wolves,
Fighting for meat,
In the mouth dripping rain.
Sleep took the bread,
As the moon was hidden,
Dark behind the night,
A maiden couldn't see,
A king was on her mind,
Waking up to finding no meat,
But claws prints and bones.
-- by D.W.Kadete
Thank you for reading!