Swirling dark clouds,

A dismal grey sky.

Welcome to my world,

Where the blackbirds cry.

Leaf-less, morbid forests,

Oceans filled with blood,

Tombstones scattered about,

There's bodies in the mud.

Black roses, lined with gold.

Creatures never seen before.

This place is full of angst,

From exterior to the core.

No sound greets thy ears,

Traveller of my mind.

There's nothing to be heard,

At lest nothing kind.

It used to be a beautiful place,

This world that is now dark.

Shining like the summer sun,

Over a small, quaint park.

Green grass grew, in fresh soil,

The oceans were clean,

And the forests were full of blossoms.

No grey could be seen.

The birds all sang,

Everything was so happy.

Then I got older, fell in love,

Now that time of old seems so sappy.

As you may have guessed,

No longer do I love.

I'd prefer to see a black raven,

Compared to a beautiful, white dove.

My world is dismal,

That's the way I'll keep it.

That way I won't set myself up,

For another long fall.

A fall from heaven,

Down to the depths of Hell.

What happend, you may ask?

Here's my answer: I'll never tell.