The Brightest of the Four

by Mattias Ostling   Oct 9, 2011


Rain is falling down, and the air feels cool
The storm that once was, is no more
Dark as the sky may be, not to call it light, I'd be a fool
For you are the brightest of the Four.

I see the world in every corner,
And I see myself in every mourner
Oh, thy tearful lady of the night,
When I see you in all your glory and all your might
Why do I always doubt my sight?

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  • 12 years ago

    by Lofallenve

    Again, I agree with the words of Adreamer.
    Beautifully written. I like how you ended it with a question, leaving the reader wondering. :) You are an excellent writer, keep it up. :)

  • 12 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I agree you kept me guessing for the majority of the piece, but it was a nice read. A write that I believe should be given a 5/5 for its originality and use of intrigue. You are a magnificent author and I hope to see more of you soon.

  • 12 years ago

    by Jess

    Wow, This Brought Me So Many Questions, And I Just Keep On Guessing. Wonderfully Written.. So Short Yet So Full Of Life And Fealings. This Was A Peice That Really Showed Your Talent As A Writer..Nice Job.:) 5/5
    -Jessi

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