A true assassin,
is an expert,
at hiding in wait,
through either rain or snow,
they stalk their prey,
until a window opens,
for them to strike,
with one quick blow,
the knife is cold,
yet when it pierces,
warm blood stains it,
and the assassin’s hands as well,
fleeing the scene,
they never look back,
they never get caught,
that is an assassin.
Power of memories,
come to me once more,
fill me with beauty,
fill me with greatness,
memories are deep,
deeply pressed within,
are they dreams?
or do dreams resemble them?
the things we remember,
are slowly forgotten,
over time,
time that is lost to us,
floating by,
are our dreams and memories,
in this time forgotten,
but we live on.
The clouds loom high overhead,
they grow with each movement,
and look darker each time,
as they slowly drift through the season,
The leaves are still falling off the branches,
slowly the trees become bare,
and it grows colder each day,
there’s something in the air,
One’s breath is seen,
in the still of night,
as the chill gets deeper,
on this October eve,
The stars glimmer with brightness,
even through the clouds,
can the moon be seen,
the mist covers the light gently,
On this cold cloud October day,
the leaves collect on the ground,
and spin about wildly,
as the wind picks up,
The trees seem to come alive,
as they sway back and forth,
it’s in October,
that the sky becomes cloudy.
Beginnings and Endings,
come and go,
one always follows the other,
with graceful power,
when all life ends,
there is always renewal,
so the buds can bloom,
and brids can sing,
flowers bloom full,
only to wither again,
but the cycle repeats,
and everything begins again,
this is the new beginning,
the one that is talked about,
for years to come,
until the end falls once more.
The wings,
they glowed red,
brightly they shown through,
they broke through the clouds,
The red wings,
enveloped me,
gave me strength to fly,
the strength to go anywhere,
These red wings,
please help me to fly,
fly far from here,
yes anywhere but here,
Flying above the skies,
into the deep dark of space,
the stars still shine,
bright through these red wings.
Winter is the coldest season,
it is when it gets freezing,
and covers the ground with snow,
making everything pure white,
The snow blankets the ground,
and the flakes are wet but beautiful,
as they fall gently,
and sparkle in the sun,
this time of year,
one can be awe struck,
at the beauty that surrounds us,
as the Winter season begins,
The trees seem lifeless,
but then one bud sprouts,
off from one of the branches,
and Spring begins again.
Autumn is a time for falling leaves,
they fall gently,
and sometimes make an imprint,
on the ground surrounded by frost,
This is when things start to fade,
and almost all life begins hibernation,
the birds begin to fly to warmer areas,
and all the trees lose their green,
Fall is the other name for it,
since everything begins to fall,
and lose its place in the world,
but the colors are also magnificent,
Everything in Autumn is beautiful,
even though life disappears,
it is necessary,
and Autumn will soon become Winter.
Summer is the time of the sun,
it shines so brightly,
and lights the earth,
and makes everything fresh,
Sometimes it will rain,
there are many storms in the summer,
thunderstorms are beautiful,
even though the sky grows dark,
Eventually the dark day will end,
and the sun shines again,
the heat is sometimes too much,
but it is also a part of nature,
Wind blows softly through the trees,
as the birds chirp happily,
since they are able to be out,
and fly freely,
Summer can be a fun time,
with many activities and pastimes,
games are played throughout the season,
it is time well spent,
The Summer season eventually ends,
and becomes autumn,
where everything begins to fade,
but we all remember the fun Summer months.
Spring comes and goes,
so quickly it seems,
there’s never enough time to enjoy,
the beautiful scenery,
Spring is when the flowers bloom,
and the trees start to bud,
the snow melts away,
so the colors can start anew,
Color begins to fill the world again,
and everything seems to shine,
the sun shines through the clouds,
and the brilliance of the rays are displayed,
Spring is also a time for rain,
and the rain nurtures the earth,
bringing everything to life again,
out of the cold darkness,
The season will have to change,
eventually spring will change to summer,
and the heat will come,
and spring will be a memory.
There was a flutter,
something unheard of in the air,
I listened for it intently,
but heard nothing,
A storm arose,
in my heart,
my mind opened up,
to everything around me,
When will this feeling,
dissipate into the void,
when will you appear,
and take me away,
There is an unheard flutter,
it flaps the wings,
of destruction,
and takes everything apart,
Rain slides on my skin,
as the flutter of wings,
can be unheard,
by the ears of many.