They drop from sullen sky
As the heaven weeps
As the gods cry
And the darkness creeps

Perfect tears form
And fall from the air
Ignoring the storm
Not a thought, not a care

When heavens are all in mourning
Lands where raindrops reign
When gloom is fastly dawning
And the torrents endless bain
is pouring

Shall light be once more?
Shall rain be forevermore?
Without a word the cloudburst ceases
And once again, the warn light breezes

Note to Reader: This poem Is about a character from another blog which my friends and I created, it would mean alot to me if you visit it, you can see it in the affialites as Epic Random Legend, it'd a never ending sotry (I hope) writtin by 5 very talented writers (Including me, the least talented one). It is about a boy called Esiko, who's dad was the hated king of a long gone kingdom and is being chased by the people his father once ruled until... The story is in it's beginning stages so there's not much to see but we already have 3 chapters on it so you can still read something, trust me, it's really interesting. http://epicrandomlegend.wordpress.com/  Oh, this is about his past....

From the day he entered
This cruel cold world
He was despised and hated
Left the prince much unfurled

His father perished along with his kingdom
Leaving him with the hate he left behind
So this poor prince was left a ticking bomb
Sooner or later, it would explode, love would blind

People pursued this poor young prince
No matter how different he was to is scion
He's been chased ever since
Pursued and chased like a hunted lion

For 15 long years
15 tortued years
He ran
With no stop
With no help
With no kind words to reach his ears
Just the screams from thoughs around
The torments from thoughs behing

No happiness shall dwell in his heart
His shattered heart
No light shall be seen in his mind
His abused Mind
As he runs
In hope
Of hopefulness

They are a saviours
On a boiling day
They are comforters
When our mind's astray
They're sweet and cold
So good, it's almost gold

Curled up into a ball
The flavours they have enthrall
From chocolate to strawberry
Its a ball of happiness, made from dairy!

But in the end
Though they make us happy
We feel guilty
Because quite simply
We become quite fat
And normally
The normally skinny person
Is distressed because of Ice-cream

They're always there
around every corner
Waiting to be found
Waiting to be unbound

They are good
yet bad
Happy
yet sad
So calming
yet mad

A surprise
is waiting for you
Somewhere
A suprise
Is hoping to be found
And when it is
It shall be your beginning
or your demise

This is the first post
There's no denying that
I shall treasure this most
There's no denying that

My first entry
Shall be my sentry
To find people to gaze
At my incoherent phrase

This is stanza three
Of my first post, I guarantee
This is the third line of stanza three
Of my first poem, surely you must agree

Stanza three was rubbish
Stanza four is better-ish
Stanza four is also the end
Of my first post my friend!

I was just joking!
I bet you were deceived
Stanza 5 is the closing
Of the first post, I percieve!

And no I'm not joking O_O