We had to use 15 chosen words in our poem. This is what I came up with.... Yeah, I don't even know.
Silver rain shimmers despite
the dark blanket of
clouds from which it falls.
Shielding the stars from
view of the unkown individual.
Fate keeps them from shining,
from affecting the life and
purpose of those below.
Love keeps the clouds on guard,
though it is only a temporary lie,
hidden by false affection.
The shadows begin to fade
as the clouds slowly stalk, like
a malleable panther, to find
another majestic love to guard.
