In the midst of this night sky
right at the heart of hovering life-sponge,
a monster peeps through.
No wonder, no joke, its no bronze.
Tearing apart the trembling black,
it tries to push all through.
A Tiny string of shock is there
The horror is still not blossomed, though.
One foot-hole in the bottom
just seems to be normal plight.
But then again comes the sound
of an approaching fear flight.
Shimmering down the clouds
out-hurling the shy dark.
With creatures bewildered, with day's
unborn, the ray of light gets arc.
It climbs down, following the hole
just through the wet air,
through the world of madness.
And through all the despair.
December, 2015
right at the heart of hovering life-sponge,
a monster peeps through.
No wonder, no joke, its no bronze.
Tearing apart the trembling black,
it tries to push all through.
A Tiny string of shock is there
The horror is still not blossomed, though.
One foot-hole in the bottom
just seems to be normal plight.
But then again comes the sound
of an approaching fear flight.
Shimmering down the clouds
out-hurling the shy dark.
With creatures bewildered, with day's
unborn, the ray of light gets arc.
It climbs down, following the hole
just through the wet air,
through the world of madness.
And through all the despair.
December, 2015
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| A Kansas Lightning: John Finney [Source: Pinterest] |
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