6The blackened hills of hopeless waste
That echo with cry shivering
And cloaked with snow a-glittering,
With beauty and with sorrowing.
Heir long the powder-snow shall melt
And bare the black earth withering
As yet unchanged by mantle grey
Of powdered snow a-quivering.
Though snow can for ages long conceal
The sorrowful and ugliness
The truth of what lies underneath
Will soon show its repulsiveness
Like snow that settles gentle-y
On Mountains barren waste
Is mask of charm and perfection
On terrors ugly face
AN: I'm looking for a beta, so if anyone is interested, drop me a review?
If your not, drop one anyway? **puppy dog eyes**
Also, I'm entering one of my poems in competition. Tell me which is my
best? Please? (