Storms
Storm on horizon is warning
Darkest of skylines now forming
Calm does not mask what soon beckons
Illy prepared will be reckoned
The heart, it can pulse through disaster
Rhythmic beat ever faster
But can hearts be alive acquiescing
To the death of the void coalescing
Wreckage is strewn all-surrounding
Listen for faintest of pounding
A mixture of living and dying
Spilled milk cares not for your crying
Copyright SGW 2012
2 comments:
I love the language used in this! I love the reference to "the heart" rather than "a heart", for example, gives the line an air of the ultimate.
Thank you!
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