A/N: This is a poem (well, song) from the first novel I wrote. I never published it, because I was really embarrassed by the story after finishing it. But I liked the poetry for the most part. Maybe some time I'll post the actual story on here. After re-reading it and seeing if I still want to bludgeon my brains out afterwards, of course.


~BLACKEST OF TIME~

I'm probing among
The dusty corridors of the mind.
When did their weapons first clash in time?
This is my song.

Blackest of time;
A haunting song
Of a world we'll never more find.

I'm trying to soar
Into the forgotten free air.
When was the world yet free of this war?
This is your snare.

Blackest of time;
A haunting song
Of a world we'll never more find.

Red dawns have come,
Giving up all men to the war.
Hearts of deadly steel; an iron sum,
This is my lore.

Blackest of time;
A haunting song
Of a world we'll never more find.


A/N: Did I mention I was 13 when I wrote this?