I've been working on this poem for a while and I'm not ready to show the whole thing.
Ancient powers that hold great might
And over time have granted me insight
Throught the dreams that I've seen and felt
Like the end of winter, ice begins to melt
Madness comes, and madness goes
Like how branches move when winds blows
Through the images that I have seen
I see how things will come to be
There are creatures that I cannot define
Abominations that should not exist in any time
I always seen these horrors within my dreams
But are always viewed theough a veil of silver sheen.
That is only a few lines from my poem.
Ancient powers that hold great might
And over time have granted me insight
Throught the dreams that I've seen and felt
Like the end of winter, ice begins to melt
Madness comes, and madness goes
Like how branches move when winds blows
Through the images that I have seen
I see how things will come to be
There are creatures that I cannot define
Abominations that should not exist in any time
I always seen these horrors within my dreams
But are always viewed theough a veil of silver sheen.
That is only a few lines from my poem.