What is this place where darkness falls?
Where dreams have fallen through?
Reach out and grab what time you have
It is the least you’ll do.
This box, given with love and hate
It ties them both in knots.
To shed the light beneath its lid
Will open rabid thoughts.
These fourteen years have meant a lot
Through trial and fire we curse
This gift you’ve given, opens us
No promise can we nurse.
Take care you earthly dweller, you.
And mark the day as fine.
For once you peak within its hinge
It has you in decline.
What is this place where darkness falls?
Where dreams have fallen through?
Reach out and grab what time you have
It is the least you’ll do.
This is a ballad of 20 lines. There are four stanzas, the last is a repeated refrain of the first verse. It alternates lines of iambic tetrameter with iambic trimeter and the second and fourth lines of each stanza rhyme.
For this contest it needs to include the number 14 and be birthday related.
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