If the rain were to create a river,
one made of my dreams pure,
then my world would begin to shiver,
until I fall away from the cure.
A pool of darkness is what shall form,
overflowing the winter Dusk's peaks,
making the kingdom of the sun swarm,
forming an elephant to trample what I seek.
The rain falls so lightly,
and its drops burn me slightly,
for they each dream my memories,
ripping them from their cemeteries.
Dreams turn to bloody wights,
staining red the black night,
and so the rain falls to my core,
searing my soul forever more.
Excellent work. Brilliant imagery and structured rhyme scheme. Quite beautiful.
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The rain falls so lightly, and its drops burn me slightly, for they each dream my memories, ripping them from their cemeteries. That's my favorite part. Nice imagery as always.