Fangs

Something I quickly penned today. I often write from the soul not knowing where it comes from until later.

A day is a battle,

The nights are so cold..

Let me tell you a story untold.

A warrior, the crusader, the big diamond dream,

The glimmer of hope, a manufactured machine. 

A product, I'll become. Packaged and delivered.

A snake in the grass, too tired to slither.

A phoenix should fly, instead turns to ashes..

Forcing the ridicule and filthy backlashes.

Serpent, once tired, begins to move..

A toxic fang brings deathly doom.

To rise higher than a god, 

shine brighter than the moon..

No time to slow down.

It all starts soon.

Reviews

[Michael G.]

Interesting work... Just keep expanding your mind and let it flow. Don't try to make it fit into a neat package.
I challenge you to try something; and I think you may be surprised at yourself. Look at what you wrote in the "About" area just to the right of this review. Turn that into a poem. (In many ways it reads like one now.) Give it a shot... and like I said, don't try and make it fit. Just let it flow... from your soul to paper.