hey everyone,this is my own poem...hope you enjoy it



Halt
The magnificent gate stood forwardly
mysterious eyes were glittering behind it
lonesome angel flew in the darkness's rays
white feather was dyed black by his grief
Azrael's singing thrust the silence
raucous laughter led dead souls away
moribund rose smiled viciously
as if that's the way to show its beauty
icy moonbeam was frozen at the treetop
and ignored the moon screamed tremblingly
upon the doleful sky
argentate rivulet ran away desperately
translucent blood flowed into the stone's heart
the swing swung amuck in the hurricane
iridescent boats danced on the waves
water wetted the gate
and it closed out of the blue
then nothing left
but this mad world

and the point to this story was????????????/ But it would make a nice scene in a novel of an adventure fiction.

and the point to this story was????????????/ But it would make a nice scene in a novel of an adventure fiction.


the point was a kind of fear,about this untrue world...you know sometimes all things around you just go in a weird and wrong way,and there's nothing you can do about it...helpless feeling

Hmmm "mad world"... did anyone else like Donnie Darko?