POEM STARTER

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.

Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.

Free Will

The angels & trumpets rained above;

Falling, losing feathers, shot like a dove.


Snakes & the woman disobeyed God;

Choosing fruit over a garden facade.


Being cast away & shed of his wings;

A soul cries & shudders, free from his strings.


The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;

a place so magical now hurt to behold.

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