01-14-2014, 07:23 AM
Awakening from my long nights slumber,
An ominous mist envelopes the land.
Clouds hanging low in an immense number,
Obscuring all things in a veil so grand.
The fog bathes in the glistening sunlight,
Softly glowing in its incandescence.
The sunlight pierces through, ever so slight,
Giving off such a mystical essence.
I can see what you want me to see, but you're wasting words saying something so simple just to match syllables and force rhymes.
An ominous mist envelopes the land.
Clouds hanging low in an immense number,
Obscuring all things in a veil so grand.
The fog bathes in the glistening sunlight,
Softly glowing in its incandescence.
The sunlight pierces through, ever so slight,
Giving off such a mystical essence.
I can see what you want me to see, but you're wasting words saying something so simple just to match syllables and force rhymes.