Scary costumes that children wear,
Out at night they’ll give you a fright,
Tonight’s the night where children go out with their friends trick or treating,
Beware, they will give you a scare.
Horribly
Anticipating
Looking
Leering
Opiating
Wiggling
Eating
Entering
Nauseous
I’ll chase it across the mountains
Through streams and river bends
I’ll chase it from fields to farms
I’ll chase it till the world ends
I’ll chase it through thick and thin
Through villages, towns and streets
I’ll chase it from pond to pond
I’ll chase it till a hen starts to bleat
I won’t give up, I’ll always have hope
I’ll run at the speed of light
I’ll pursue my dream till the ends of the world
And stop, when the Sun comes out at night
Wisps of smoke, come rising up
As the flames on the hearth dance around
Glowing like the Sun on the horizon
As they make a sizzling sound
Spreading warmth, from its heart
The fire swirls merrily along
A source of light, in the darkness
Silently singing its sizzling song
And the source of the fire gets consumed
It flitters around, desperate and weak
And leaves the room in darkness
As it disappears, with a final streak
The Clock Master ticks with a terrible hand,
And his apprentices follow seconds behind.
The two others wait in line,
And at the chime, one of each will surely be in front,
In a tick.
And now the Master ticks and tocks,
For all he sees is his long awaited box.
And he is shipped back to the workshop, where time began.
Will he be used no more?
But life for the Master is not finished yet,
For here his time could be reset.
Once upon a time
there was Maya and Josh
They were completely lost
in love.
But they had a problem.
Maya’s mum didn’t agree.
She wouldn’t let them
See each other.
She said they weren’t old enough
To be free
They kept sending love letters
Until they ran out of paper
But when Maya went to get more
Her Mum asked her where all the paper was.
Maya said it was all gone
And out she went to get more.
It was a sound morning in the city of Hiroshima
6th of August 1945
Children playing on the streets
Bees making honey in their hives
No one knew of the danger ahead
The unimaginable deathbed
Dropping their apocalypse
There came a plane of the US air force
They heard the thud and saw the cloud
Turning the smoothly-running cityTto dust
Never did anyone see such a sight
The bombing of 6 Aug 1945
Petals on flowers
Spread around
In perfect symmetry
In a perfect round
Breathtakingly beautiful
They glow blinding white
Shades of yellow
And a prepossessing sight
They bloom across fields
In gardens and meadows
Spread their heads high
As the gurgling stream flows