The night is cold still
Not a foreboding chill
But an ignorant sort of cold
And as my dark story unfolds
See pain exactly as it is told
The stars are lazy tonight
Dancing together in the evening light
The land removed from their sight
A perfect opportunity
Perhaps his only flaw to immunity
Strike at the heart of his community
Take several steps forward
Pause; a mistake would be to ignore
What am I doing, you may ask?
What is my, seemingly, daunting task?
To explain, I must tell my past
This is just the beginning of a series I'm going to start. Feedback would be great and encouraging. It's not based on multies or anything. Tried to make it more imagery and story-telling than anything.
