Saturday, November 22, 2008

Storms on the Rise

Dark clouds flying overhead
Blocking out the sun
Shrouding the world in a second darkness

A treacherous time it may be
Thieves are afoot
Stealing and killing for their own selves

Shadows looming over all
Towering over what little innocence remains
Burning their images to the ground

Day turns to night
People unable to behold the sight
Overtaken by fear they make flight

The Grand Architect sits atop a hill
Humming its song at the other edge of the world
Orchestrating the end of times

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