The Storm

This poem is the first work I had ever completed, typed with minor changes. I wrote it in a very difficult time in my life, but those times have passed.

Down comes pouring rain,

Across the fogging window pane

The sun shines not in the world today

Struggling to break the clouds so gray

Oh, it battles on in vain

To drive away this awful rain.

The rain first fell when I was young,

That was the last I saw the sun

Dark and cold were gifts it brought

Since, the light is all I've sought

The wrathful maelstrom lingers on

Shadowing all that once saw dawn.

Now the rain has turned to snow,

And summer seems so long ago

My bones are chilled by the winter cold

Fading hope says I will behold

Once more the joy from days of old

The clouds will break and sun will glow

And cast away this dreadful snow.

But every morrow, I find with dread

No sun has come, and in its stead

More snow, ice, and arctic air

Comes to drown my hopes in despair

And each morn, it further wanes

As jack-frost now scars the window pane.

Sol, oh Sol, will you ever return

With your radiant warmth I yearn?

Or has Fenrir, in rage, broke loose

Destroying his binds and chains

Devoured the sun, and moon in caboose?

Does naught but night remain?

No, I see- for as you fly,

You simply choose to pass me by

To other worlds you soar

And never to orbit mine

To free them of the icy storm

But never here in Niflheim.

Author's Note

This is an old piece, I think I've learned more since this, but please let me know what you think so I can apply it to my future work.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This poem is a fine composition which flows beautifully and rhymes. It describes well the darkness that comes with a downturn in mood, when you wonder whether the sun will shine on life again for you. It is classical in style and one I favour myself on occasions. I very much enjoyed the read.

Thank you

Chris

[Terathopius]

Thank you, Chris, for being my first reviewer! I'm glad you enjoyed my work.
The form choice was mostly because it was what I was familiar with prior to making my first piece of poetry. My greatest influence for rhyme schemes at this time was Horatius at the Bridge by Thomas Babington, and Psychopompos by none other than H.P. Lovecraft, which both follow strict rhyme patterns, almost in a musical form- or so I see.
Thanks again.