The Eye of Twilight
By Cherie •
SEE IF YOU CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT SOME OF THE METAPHORS REALLY MEAN IN THIS POEM.
The soft fingers of the Eye of Twilight
Held onto the last few minutes of Day.
It fought Darkness with all its power.
Blood dripped down the Finger of Twilight
In the form of a quiet running river,
Staining the blanket that was
Supposed to protect the tears of
The Eye.
Blue had turned to red.
Peace had turned to war.
The Eye of Twilight
Slowly gained a silver coat.
Its salty tears spread all around,
Seemingly beautiful, but truly deadly.
The Eye of Twilight,
In its new costume of evil and hatred,
Floated above and stared at
The large, sorrowful shadow
That had taken over Day.
Suddenly, the Eye of Twilight
Takes off his shining costume
For a new Day is born under the watch
Of the Red Sky.