The Storm

[Ajax]

Death is quick. Death is sharp. Death is sudden light.
Death is as the lightning of the dark, dark night.
Death leaves you, and suddenly passes you by.
It moves by you, giving no chance to even cry.
Sorrow is long. Sorrow is blunt and lasting fright.
Sorrow is as the thunder of the dark, dark night.
Sorrow, the long sorrow, always pursues death
It is heard by all and booms in loud, loud breath.



Thanks for reading, all feedback is appreciated.

[Ajax]

Thanks, I appreciate the feedback, how do you think I should tweak the meter? I tried to make it iambic pentameter, but kind of gave up by the end.

[Ajax]

Thanks, ill try to put that all the way through the poem. Once again, I appreciate your feedback.