Chapter II: Into The Malevolent Blackness

i've categorised them as poems but i don't think they are really poems. i started them with poetry in mind. so the categorisation. by the way, when does poetry turn into prose and vice versa??

he woke up

to the stars in glorious scattered abundance

like spilled celestial diamonds

sparkling in riotous brilliance

but down below

the desolate landscape lay

covered in shrouds of black

as if in protest

that the lights above

disturbed its sleeping dead

while the desert sands hummed

from their heated punishment

a lullaby of eternal sleep

he was rested

he could feel a little strength returning

but as it had for the thirteen days past

there returned with it, an unwelcomed friend

hunger

he looked up at the tree

just leaves

he tried one

maybe hunger wasn't that bad

he thought

then dusted himself

and off he walked

down into the valley

he had no time to look back

but the tree, so green

as if dipped in paint

with no other in sight

up above

the stars continued their merry twinkling

as he disappeared

into the malevolent blackness

Author's Note

will these chapters be better off as prose? how do i make them better?

Reviews

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. beautiful writing ... poetry it is ... from my perspective ...
. i love the "celestial diamonds" stanza a lot ...