Storm

by natasha   May 1, 2005


Clouds cry sharpened shards of glass
Piercing all flesh upon it's pass
Darkend skies hold gleaming eyes
Remnants of swallowed hate
Rolls of thunder carry sewing shears
Slicing skin and bloodying ears
A ball of hail comes as a rusty nail
The weapons of guilty sinners
Dancing winds blow butcher knives
Stabbing and stealing innocent lives
Flashing light reveals the night
The world in which we reside

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  • 18 years ago

    by ElegantlyWasted

    This was a very descriptive piece describing the way the we are/ the way the world is.

    "Dancing winds blow butcher knives
    Stabbing and stealing innocent lives"

    - The stand out part for me. It describes something horrid. Well done on this,

    <3,
    ||Kalah.

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