#1
This is my first Time posting in this forum. Let me know what you think

Skeletal; great oak
You reach towards grey sky
Below, your dying roots
Cling to the sand of time

The sighing wind, with growing force
Is humbled by the landscape; coarse
There I listened as she spoke,
And there the firmament, so gently broke

No more distortion
The Divine Proportion
Will lose it's grand disguise

Endowment of all truth; now false
A skeptics muse, A statue falls

Viewing with dismay, these changes we've inflicted
Our point of view must then retract, to blindness so restricted

The face of Earth now falls away
Drawing such night, to paint all days

In the blink of a universal eye
All will become changed
The shifting weight of galaxies
Forever; sets the stage...

Was it unexpected? Was it really all so strange?
When all the stars in turn collapse, and offer no escape...
A growing supernova, encompasses all sight
The neverending hunger;
Gravity, pure might.
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These nouns are often used with a form of "to be" rather than "to have," e.g., "he is pwnage" rather than "he has pwnage". Either is a more emphatic way of expressing the simpler "he pwns,"
#2
hmm... very nice, but what sort of genre and/or tones are you going for (if this is a poem and not lyrics, then ignore "genre")
#3
I guess it's more of a poem than lyrics. The feeling I was going for is that of perspective. It starts small (a tree) and slowly moves to a more grand view.
Quote by Wikipedia.org
These nouns are often used with a form of "to be" rather than "to have," e.g., "he is pwnage" rather than "he has pwnage". Either is a more emphatic way of expressing the simpler "he pwns,"