Shakespeare hates your emo poems.

[smemmah]

Tearing Down Stars.

As I rip the stars down, they leave holes in the inky blackness,
Sobbing, gaping holes, belching strands of silver,
Vomiting creatures of myth, with long, fragile limbs and dewy eyes,
that clatter across the sky, and fade into the background.

The gaps in the night cry out again, and yet more silver thread coils out,
Falling and

Comments

[versipellis]

Some really good descriptive language there, and I love the last line.