Snowball Effect

It astounds me, seeing someone singing in such sweet symphony,
Shriveled by only one short breath,
A maiden so perfect,
Like the plush beauty of a dove floating past the clouds,
Or the simple beauty and fragrance of a blushing crimson rose,

Created from the finest breath of the King
An Eve before she bit the apple,
Tumbles down the summit,
Gathering momentum and mass,
With rumbling speed,
An Abominable snowball unable to stop,
Advise the path of its destruction,
And seek the wall of shattering salvation.


-m.k.


critique is greatly appreciated =).

beautiful. i like very much the free way you write
salutes

thank you =)

That's well writen.