The silence sat sobbing singing sad songs
Swiftly swiping thoughts as they sway
Said she saw something slither with sails
slowly,and as slyly as a snake or a snail
Ceiling fans face forces fastened with fears
The swift sway feeds fright to the ears
Softly the thought finally fades
Falling with freedom in several shades
Forcefully it fights a fate fueled by few
Quickly it cut the cowards in cubes
The courageous cry
and then they die too
saving the lives of people like you.
Death is inevitable but uncertain, it always comes around, interesting metaphor with the ceiling fan, well done indeed.
Interesting, comparing a scythe to a ceiling fan, I never thought about it like that before. Overall a nice piece of work.
*claps* good job! I really like it
the ceiling fan represnts the scythe because it always comes back around?