by M DePaul

Created on: February 04, 2009

Toss of the Dice

Swirling around, around

floating light flurries; white

to the ground

Silently falling, gently calling

calling and changing

the night into mourning

Quickening the pace;

like homespun lace

The mind sets still

from the heavenly spill

Escaping the roar

of torments dark door,

upon the earthly plane

where men run insane;

all vying for power;

not the heroes' hour

Ice turns to rain,

remaining the same;

each snowflake design

is one of a kind;

They're dancing and spinning;

is man ever winning?

Too busy to notice,

the heavenly votive

Bellowing blankets of white,

lying upon trees in sight

Artificial they seem

Is truth just a dream?

Now rain turns to ice

Who's tossing the dice?

Minds gone still from

mans great spill!

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