Gobi desert
Chinese International School, Kristen Wong, Poetry: Group 3
Darkness falling,
Icy hues,
Stain the wind swept frozen dunes,
An endless ocean of dark blue,
Where the golden eagle flew,
Now deprived of sun and light,
Lunar moon and stars gleam bright.
A mangy animal,
Rusty brown,
Fills the air with mournful sound,
Canine fangs stained russet red,
An eerie reaper of the dead,
Moonlight glinting on its fur,
Mottled onyx, grey, silver,
Dusted hazel,
Laced with cream,
Fangs and claws sharp,
All a-gleam.
Amber, orange, lilac, tan,
Taint the chiseled, sculpted sand,
Skies of rusty constant red,
Sprayed with clouds of whitened bread.
Flaxen feathers break the silence,
Cutting, slicing through the islands,
That hang, suspended in the air,
Claws blaze silver,
Beak shines gold,
Upon thee flight was bestowed.
Sapphire skies brushed snowy white,
Encase a flame of mythic might,
A brightened ball of blinding light,
Draped in darkened towering heights,
