Creative Writing

The inspiration becomes a song depending on an oceans verse a seagull's cry calls upon the ancient mariner Enchanting riches turns to dust moulded Singing sunrise over horizon's mist on the dark side of a moonbeam lost Howling into an empty void blood drips upon material planted rays of light paints with hope dwells peace From it's seed grows the apple bitten once sewn deeply shades the blossoms pink flowing rivers turning tides over The seas part with death tolling time's reflection watered by dewdrops sparkling green pastures growing stronger for living pierced within daggers hurled by hate Salted the remains of injured spiced injustices bring perfumed inside regrets a living truth expelled nightmares we all become haunted by ghosts of a past life hunted by the wolves whom pack abuse unrelenting We become the sheep through eyes of forgiveness held forever fragile within cotton wool dancing away with the clouds makes way for the sky to open your eyes to colour through our optic nerves one vision in words to complete