Cataclysm

by Alyssa Friday   Nov 25, 2007


Challenge
spears the tumultuous
tides, each cap raising Hell,
spewing flecks of
flesh-burning ice,
scarring souls with their
fervent heat;
bashing skulls against
each raging gully,
murdurous waves thrash,
wild, unrestrained;
flesh and blood
excruciatingly split,
each tear flooding
the storm with red;
water's serrated fangs
gnash at the
bloody,mangled,
mutilated forms;
of mankind.

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