Midnight Hatred

Hi, I'm Danielle and I'm 12.

I love writing poems - this one is called Midnight Hatred:

The storm creeps up -

Whispers of fear,
Echoes of life,
Quiet footsteps,
Then silence.

In the dead of night

Gentle drops fall.

Temper building

In the savage storm,

Clouds roaring;

Pulse pounding.

Thunder crashes,

Bright lights strike,

Shadows dance.

Blackened sky;

Fighting the hilltops.

Temper fading...

Darkness departs.

Dawn breaks,

Adrenaline ceases.

I also have a picture to go with my poem. I would like you to comment on it as I think it goes quite well as it shows panic, lightning and anger all rolled into one.

So what do you think to the Purple Stallion Silhouette? I love the way it describes the poem.

Also, after recieving comments from people via Email and Letter ~ I realised there was another meaning to my poem, not only the Storm Description but it could relate to a person: "Temper building", "Gentle drops fall" (Sounds like tears) and then "Shadows dance" could be the shadows of people moving when people fight and move around, avoiding each other.

So I hope you like my poem!

- Danielle .x.