We're hard-pressed
So show us a sign
It's our fate
So make it sublime
Hand on breast
The planets align
We'll be late
So slow down the time
This and more
Starved and confined
Trapped inside
The storm it partakes
Dozen souls
Sit frightened, awake
Courage binds
And certainty breaks
Bell it tolls
For our last mistake
Don't seek us
For this is our fate
Don't seek me
For your own sake
ShadenLines
Interesting. It reminds me of pre-19th-century English poetry but with a dash of haiku (the strict numbering of syllables in each line). It's also vaguely forboding. I like it.
TreeWorld
thank ye. i wrote it while stuck in my car during a snow storm.