Just a little thing I whipped up. I thought I needed to post something other than Gift of the Outcast because not everyone will understand said fanfiction. I know the poem sounds kind of depressing in the beginning, but it gets hopeful towards the end! I'm not exactly pleased with the rhyme scheme and rhythm, so I might go back in and edit. (and yes, the title is supposed to be punctuated like that)
past, present, Future by KobaltWolf
I looked towards the dusk,
As the day took mortal wound,
From the tendrils streaking brusque,
Across its tainted light.
Today was worse.
I watch upwards the stars,
As the freckles lost in tempest,
That creeps from unhealed scars,
Blocking those of bright.
Tonight is worst.
I will glance forwards moon,
Fading eventually in solar halberd,
Of Phoebus Apollo in platoon,
The sun will come sight.
Tomorrow will be better.
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