Hyper, I would be glad to read your poem if you would be kind enough to provide a link.
Blargh, really, is the poetry thread really that difficult to find?
Here, I'll just copy and paste it.
A flame flickers, blindingly bright
For a short and fleeting second
Before it fades away to night.
In the sunlight, how snow beckons!
Crystals sparkle like precious gems
For a short and fleeting second
Before dissolving to their end.
The fire melts away the melting snow
Crystals sparkle like precious gems
'Fore disappearing in heat's glow
If only it was forever!
I know better than that, I know
That all beauty must be severed
That it must someday meet its end
If only it was forever!
If eternity it could lend.
Its beauty comes from the knowing
That it must someday meet its end.
Oh, the glory of the snowing
And burning passion of the flame
Its beauty comes from the knowing
Of the end of nature's cruel game
Beauty's not found in crystal ice
And burning passion of the flame
Beauty's found in knowing the lies,
Knowing beauty ends, realizing*
Beauty's not found in crystal ice
But in its death before your eyes
Knowing you won't see it again
Knowing beauty ends, realizing
To be beautiful, it must end
Else how would we treasure it so?
Knowing you won't see it again
We know it will happen, we know
Before ice melts, flame burns away
Else how would we treasure it so?
The beauty of night turns to day
A flame flickers, blindingly bright
Before ice melts, flame burns away
Before it fades away to night
*walks away, listening to Save Me by Avenged Sevenfold*
"They say all beauty must die...
I say it just moves on*