A Child’s Storm

The misty moon

Is mankind’s doom

And a shadow travels the ground

The children hide

With their big eyes wide

Trying not to make a sound

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The falling stars

Cover the land in scars

The dead stir in the grave

The children wale

Their skin turns pale

As they try so hard to be brave

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The howling storm

Blows fierce and forlorn

The trees look like to crack

The children gather

Their skin in a lather

As they wait anxious for the attack

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A flash from the sky

Shows a monster nearby

And a roar to rattle the bones

The children cower

For night holds the power

As the monsters spawn their clones

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The sudden light

Is such a fright

That the demons run in fear

The children smile

And rejoice a while

Because dawn is finally here

Author’s Note – Ok, I actually wrote the first two verses of this back in 2006, and coming across it again, I finally worked out its meaning and decided to finish it. Basically, its what a giant thunder storm would look like to a child; the dark clouds rolling in, the rain, the strange sounds and eerie shapes in the darkness, the thunder and lighting … yeah, I don’t know where it came from, as the first two verses were just a nonsense poem that I came up with :P It kind of follows the rhyming scheme of “Hey Diddle Diddle” as well, so keep that in mind when reading it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and please review!