AN awful tempest
an awful tempest mashed the air the clouds were gaunt and few and black as if a spectres cloak hid heaven and earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the roof and whistled thru the air the gnashed their teeth and shake their fists and swung their frenzied hair.
the morning lit the birds arose the monsters faded eyes I turn to my native cost and peice was paradise
Inflatable Pirate · Sun Jul 30, 2006 @ 09:58pm · 1 Comments |