Poem *-*

Maneuvers of a bitter time

By : Ana Marcelle

Extraordinary prettiness

Is what the dawn used to be

Revealing the creatures

From the shadows of the trees

Fervently dangerous

Abroad instinctively

Opening wide a wilderness

Rekindling dark secrets

From sought maniacs of time

Abruptly blowing forgotten mysteries

Bringing back the sleeplessness battle

The all or nothing

The protagonist or the antagonist

Direct or indirect making the end be

Bitter or sweet

Good or sad

Harmful or innocent

And at the end it all seems so quiet, so perfect

Has just started to complicate

But no one seems to care

Of what’s coming next

From the bitter times.