THE FOURTH NIGHT

As i decided to walk forth on this day,
on this path of the fourth night,
a bright moon shines upon this path illuminating the ice crystal trees
 that have frozen in time but yet looking so bright in the night.
 The sky cries its tears of snow hitting my bare face and
fills the path that is lay upon me,
so quite the night but yet so much happening on this path,
 an owl hunts for this night. as a peregrine shadow passes the moon,
as each step i take is a memory of the moment.
i gaze up to see the sky on this path filled with the cosmos and
the aurora shines with colors making this path shine the crystals all around,
I gaze up once more to see the Leo star shine brighter than any other night ,
 i cross this path one last time,
and finally realize that dreams and destiny equals to fantasy.
Another story for another tear to realize through each tear that
we left on this path we see the memories of pain.
 so once on this fourth day i dream of angels coming forth
even though kindness wont win. . . . . .

Reviews

[Shawn Killian]

Interesting for you to use the number 4. Most writers use the numbers of power
3, 7, 9

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This was amazing- doesn't flow well though.