Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-9967354-20141001135804

I ended up writing a random poem again; this is what math makes me do! This one uses the kind of clichéd idea of signing a deal with the devil, but it's better than most of my poems I guess. Any who, I'm probably not going to put it up but I can always use some help!

The sky came home and he was late that day, Draped in gold and flushed unhealthy pink and Drunk and drooling, reeking much of treason. She wondered sadly what rage there was that Warmed this drizzle, though it seemed so cheerful. She knew a dawn like this was one that brought Along dilemmas, problems and fears in Fleeting life. Two lovers must have noticed And one must say, "I should go; the weather Is sick. But I must tell you first that I Do not love you." Weather's spell. "But what could That mean?!" "Exactly that." It might have been Funny. No one laughed. They walked away in Maple leaves and rain. A bridge over a Pond would not see them again. Their hearts torn By roses' thorns; by shattered glass like rays Broken by a ripple and lily breath. They walked. Their feet were painted with pain. Hers was no such problem; she -maybe it Was?- owed a mad something of hers for she Could not refuse his offer. Evil can Be irresistible at times, you see. That was yesterday. Today she lay down Uncomfortably still. Like she were dead. She was not. Lady of fate had something Worse in mind for her. The man's offer was Bound to have a catch! She knew that, didn't she? She had fallen, did not know just how or Why and there was tar that held her eyes and Shut them tight. She tried to move -she convulsed They held her down she could not breath or think Or rise. No one can rise; how did she rise From the ground? Someone was there; she heard them Panic somewhere far away. "Ots 'app 'n?!" "Aye don' owh ju' go an' 'et your father!" "'Um I'm scared." "Just close your eyes and go Get your father! Get the Phone!" The woman held her down and waited In panicked silence. -was it really, though? Or was their daughter slipping through her fingers, And she could hear nothing but silence? Her Neck was held by bright delusions that were Chains. They strangled her. The silence was her Knell. Her soul was his at last. 'Don't mourn her,' He thought, 'you couldn't have saved her. No one could. And please, don't fidget girl. Accept your fate.'  