Out of nowhere, one's standing there
For those who know, he talks with his foe
From head to toe, he seems not to know,
but for who knows, his foe says "although"
Oh!
The sky shakes, even though
two men are still on the same road.
Then, thunders tear dark sky
One stops. Open two eyes
He now knows what he thought was right
Fight tight under the sky
His foe stands up with a smile,
and grins: "You think that's right?"
He's still bringing up the fire
In darkness, thunder sets a light
Bruises and blood, as if an owl
His foe says: "Brat, I know.
Secrets held in Northern Pole
If you're not to let them go,
you'll be dead in cold."
"Northern Pole is not to moan.
It's not cold nor load of dough,
as one here had lost their soul."
He stares. Laugh at his foe
"Your moral mould is old"
Light in sky
Fight under light
Fire in eyes
One had died.
Is it right?
Thunders set a light
"An eye for an eye"
He cries. Don't know why.
Secrets held in Northern Pole
No one knows, yet his foe.
Secrets still in Northern Pole.
Grow cold and sink with the boat.
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A Chaotic Mind
PoetryA series of poems that I write about my daily life, including strange thoughts, struggles and love. Life is a chaos, but so beautiful.
