First unassigned poem I ever wrote. Not good- like all of my poetry.

TEARS

The world now weeps

And from her eyes

Fall sights of truth

And scars of lies

The birds all soar

Into the sky

But not for long

The earth will die

Temples crumble

Hearts are shaken

For the earth

That God's forsaken

Gaea cries

As darkness falls

Empty echoes

Return her calls

Sad sweet memories

Now remain

Hardened shadows

Of her past domain

Weapon of death

Sickle of stone

Kills the light

That once brightly shone

The days fly by

The end is near

The world now weeps

The end is here

I'm all that's left

The chronicler

The sickle falls

My life

Is

Over.