"STORM"What hand hath seen fit to draw across the sky a curtain of darkness against the blue"STORM" by LaColombeDeDeuil
where clouds were floating just a fore in a splendor of review, a constant changing
landscape where imagination's eye did wander with glee most true?
Whose voice has spoken in an authority that would allow such a magnitude
of a natural scene, but yet t'was done in such a pace quick set that the
snuffing of the light was instantly noticed, is it a warning of ill boding coming soon?
Oh horrid rending of my bones as they all at once sound out in a unison of a roar
that is like unto that of the mightiest swing of Thor's hammer, a thundering,
a splitting, as to the very soul cracking of all that holds me up, giving way most sorely.
My eyes are blinded by the words of light that split my heart like a storm filled sky
with shafts of electric power beyond mortal understanding, I see them jagged
and sharp as they strike, and as my heart tears in deepest pain I ask it why.
No answer is forthcoming to