Symphony of an orchestra

by me

Silence,

The one that was never missed,

When there was always violence,

In which the hatred hissed.

Footsteps,

All around the scenes,

the scenes of horror, abuse and backstabs,

could never again be clean!

Evil,

Boiling full with rage,

When which at mortal Peril,

just roughly filled a page.

(this stanze is weird)

Death,

Seething out of a poisonous rose,

On which hung a single wreath,

leaving just one last pose.

I think it is quite nice.....

First try at writing poems...

Everything just flowed out of it.....

Sorry teacher if i wrote it during your period.... Not like i had a choice... i would have forgotten about it if i didn't write it....

The symphony bit really was a choice before i wrote the poem, and after a wrote it i found that it quite fit....

It is like all this first words of each stanza, Silence, Footsteps, Evil and Death is part of an orchestra... They really go together...

I guess i kind of made this poem go with Harry Potter...

So dark and mysterious...

As i sit in antipation for the seventh and final book....