Sweeping walls of rain
became the beat of his refrain.
Emotion bled itself into the tide.
A horror movie played across the sky.
Luminous, the shadowed figures
road amid a horde descending;
bringing death into the future's core.
Disaster haunted every
The safety of the light of day
burned holes within the mists that played
just out of sight, yet in the atmosphere.
New chemicals created a respite.
Past flaming in the hell of their delight.
Birth to death, the ashes
left a trail.
Imagination had become derailed.
Banshees screamed within their dreams.
The rude awakening was burning bright.
Ignored, the nuance of the light took form.
Shadowed by the figuring of norms.
As anxiously, the rain's
unearthed an everlasting pain.
Crucified upon the cross of man...
? Michaelette ?
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