Saturday, November 14, 2009

a sonnet!

(i had fun with this one)

As when the lights in a theater fade,
So darkens the sky just before a storm;
And as the dancer with baited breath waits,
So is the hush before the skies perform.
The violin’s played and the curtain drawn,
And graceful, the dancer steps into view.
The gray sky bows as the crowd watches on,
And falls a mist as soft as morning dew.
The music crescendos, the dancer leaps.
The thunderous applause shakes the frail stage.
The skies split and rain floods the land and sea.
Black clouds crash, lightning breaks the dark display.
Silence plays her song for an empty house
As the remnants of the rain take their bow.

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