~I am a crumbling tower,
Decayed by the harsh storms,
And etched from the pounding rain.
The storms my emotion...
The rain my tears...
An unforgiving river of sadness.
I am a withering rose,
Who's petals wilt with the winter chill,
And slowly fade away.
I once was strong and beautiful...
Yet I was too fragile...
My weakness overtook me.
I once was a quiet stream,
Following the warm summer breeze,
Peaceful...sweet.
Now I am a raging river...
Devouring all in my path...
Killing the very beauty that I seek.
But like the tower,
I can rebuild.
Iike the rose,
I shall rise agian.
I shall calm and quiet once more,
And be serene...
...Following the warm summer breeze.
For though fragile, I shall remain strong.
RayvenLore
@}~>~>~~~
Decayed by the harsh storms,
And etched from the pounding rain.
The storms my emotion...
The rain my tears...
An unforgiving river of sadness.
I am a withering rose,
Who's petals wilt with the winter chill,
And slowly fade away.
I once was strong and beautiful...
Yet I was too fragile...
My weakness overtook me.
I once was a quiet stream,
Following the warm summer breeze,
Peaceful...sweet.
Now I am a raging river...
Devouring all in my path...
Killing the very beauty that I seek.
But like the tower,
I can rebuild.
Iike the rose,
I shall rise agian.
I shall calm and quiet once more,
And be serene...
...Following the warm summer breeze.
For though fragile, I shall remain strong.
RayvenLore
@}~>~>~~~
