Charlene Delfin

They burned the library, And I saw Dickens cry. Samson wanted to see. Beowulf had to die. Jane Austen raised her voice, But words were not their choice. When the human race seeks The cries of the evil And not the one who thinks, It is the books they kill, But only mortals die And words you can't deny. Stories will always live Beyond the ignorance; Beyond the library. Words in eternal dance. It burns, but it won't die. It rules and its alive.

It looks like this Twisted Free, but disorderly Messy, displaced Misery meets misery And their company is happy I took my coffee And she shook my table It spilled all over It looks like this There are two of them So they look like these Life is not built on these None a shot shall I miss Trying, trying not to fall Rhymes I try to recall Before your mom I call

I feel the breaths of night. Take me in your cold winds Like a carpet that flies, And bring me back amidst The world of the ancient When the moon is crescent. Blazing lights that send warmth To homes within stone walls Of warriors who play darts Of a king in his hall. The early families Of the young earth and mist. I hear it, the loud boom! Red flames fall from the sky; Tonight, the gods sent doom. Farewell, lover and lyre, For these burns may freeze you, But tell your story through.

O gentle, little lamb, Soft with clear innocence, Why you wonder beyond My strong, protective fence? You're on your own, darling, To face the harsh world's things. Of all friends you can meet, Why scary, evil wolves? It's not of Nature, dear, To be them you will love. Among them you're alone; Your voice dies in their song. O gentle, little lamb, Soft with clear innocence, We are the wolves of black. Why you wander hither With no one to guard you? Do you have any clue? We are the hated wolves. We sing in the cold night Of a world with no love, Feared by the ones your kind. Your kind won't get near us; Stay away, you must. You have a sweet, pure heart. You're like the god's best art. I will spend the days through For miles, looking for you. You have a sweet, pure heart. You're like the god's best art. We'll be your brothers true, For we're gonna spare you.

Like the fury of winds When they fling huge raindrops To within and amidst Solid surface and cracks, Whamming all directions, Hate without aversion … Rain and wind dance in two, Twisting and swirling 'round In madness through and through To their shrill, tragic sound, Breaking powerful trees; Floods the soil won't miss ... Power that wasn't known. When the fallen still fall, It's much like hell below. The human heart's given Into going berserk. Destruction gets taken By anything that works. It's nature of humans To be the wild beasts once ... And then it really ends. Storm is gone; winds are calm. Sun goes out; warmth it sends. As if it has been calm. After getting crazy, Now, Nature is saintly. Same as the mortal we, Changing so suddenly. Kindness that has been known Like it hasn't at all Died, but alive; aglow.