The Rain of the Moment by the Lady Arianrod
a/n: This is a Gatsby poem based on the suddenness of his funeral in the final chapter. I must say, Fitzgerald's command of the weather from hazy summer days to a cold and rainy day is masterfully done. It shows how quickly life can change, and how dreams are fleeing and they often fade.
Disclaimer: This magnificent book is owned by F. Scott Fitzgerald and his estate. I own nothing, except for my awe for this novel.
Take me to a hidden field
With silver-laden trees abound.
Flowing tears are heaven-sent
And fall upon these mortal heads.
Crystals drops of time are liquefied
As they fall onto the grass of this dream-world.
Hold your heads up, try to remember.
Try to see the life that was.
Gatsby is gone, he fades with the summer,
And in a heartbeat his moment is gone.
End notes: well, i suppose that this was pretty good, considering i did it while half-mesmerized by the sleet outside the window during a particularly boring pre-calculus class.
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