Cliff beneath the desolate clouds,
Mountain vertex licks the heavens,
Needles of moon, incise the onyx night.
Envision a voice within your mind,
Leap before you look…
Poised, bracing, in mid-step,
Frozen in air for a defeated moment,
Succumbed to hell in a whir of colors.
Death intangible, though pain claims you,
Fall before you think…

And.. yet ANOTHER poem I did for english class.
 
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