1. I woke at two and saw the sun at night From thence did come a golden light so bright I smiled despite in doom my mind did dwell For the hole was so small in my prison cell. 2. I flew a kite and saw it rise Up above all the trees so high It soared up till the clouds it wed For I had let go of the thread. 3. At night I heard a wailing sound I thought it came from 'neath the ground A man below was lying dead I touched my face, my hands were red
:shock: Wow, amazing, this like.....some kinda....sting in the tale, O'henry type poetry. Sorry, layman's language. I hope it conveys my feelings.
uh....this is not entirely disconnected from the " three verses" is it? It's really wonderful to read such a metre. Why don't you try stringing all six and make it one? It would come out pretty fine.
