Dark Swan

When seeing something like a dark swan,

I felt a sensation that everything was going wrong.

Looking around me the trees were turning blue,

But not only that there were not the only few.

The water of the pond it swims right now, 

Has changed into a colour of dark brown,

The skies that are filled with tiny specks of clouds,

Are shifting into gigantic shrouds.


Not wanting to look anymore,

I close my eyes forever more,

Seeing nothing but black fog,

And stay as still as a quiescent log. 

The End

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