This was written for my creative writing class in my junior year of high school. What could be more interesting than the seven deadly sins?...
Attractions rise
from broken fate,
As wonder dreams
a murky slate.
Every step; an
outstretched stride.
One who sways an exuberant pride.
Aqua blue and
cerulean seas
Rippling down
a calming breeze.
The tempest spits;
a raging scene.
Sands of time; now
envious green.
Godly eyes
peering below,
Tainted deeds,
rot
natures’ glow.
A careless turn,
down wicked path,
Turtle doves fear
Hell’s wrath.
A tearless cry soon
growing weak
As forbidden
dreams
soon do seek.
Feeling void; a
growing plea,
Make one naive
Of gluttonous
glee.
A thief of
dreams or of the night
A fearful,
sneaking,
eerie spite.
A dark abyss, of
infinite need,
Of pure intend
and thoughts of greed.
A dwindling
thought; a lacking dream
To drifting
endless valley streams.
Soaring lonely,
a moon lit moth.
Sleeps as if a
lifeless sloth.
A steering
crowd; a dazing kiss,
A simpering
touch
Of tempted
bliss.
A trap, a game,
of distracted trust.
Of one so sly as
secret lust.
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