Untitled (March 2004)

This was a start in trying to write rhyming poetry. I wrote several poems that month trying different rhyming schemes this used the most compicated. I used a pattern I don't think I've heard of before, atleast not in any English class I've taken.
Waves crash and fall upon this shore
Their race is done and lost
Upon the lonely plane of seas.
None but one can count the cost
For all is gone, none speak no more
But the failing, wailing pleas
Of men who've yet to see.

Burn the mighty fires of hell
Burn the lowly sinning man
Whose immortal soul has disappeared
Consumed by the devil's gruesome clan
Fearsome fires fueled by cries,
Cries of souls who've always feared
The saving wrath of the master's hand.