Lightening splits the tumultuous sky,
do you fear?
Thunder crashes, sounding so near,
do you fear?
Wind slices through the air,
a mighty roar rips the breath from your lungs.
Never fear,
death is near.
Run from the storm,
o weak and pathetic men.
Hide your selves from the fury.
Seek shelter in your fortresses.
Hope and pray for respite.
Little do you know,
your prayers are unheeded,
nothing more than breath on the wind.
The wrath of earth listens to no god.
The storm rages,
white light flickers through the room,
casting shadows on the mind.
Doubt plagues the unwary,
the shadows are closing in.
Breathing heavy,
the stench of fear fills the air.
A thunder crack or an intruder near?
Do you dare, creep and peer?
Footsteps on the stairs, getting near,
run, hide, fight?
Where has your strength gone.
Your mind quavers,
the test of metle awaits.
Fear,
death is near.
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Comments
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A good read...
...that I can enjoy. I absolutely love the idea of a storm, creeping up on someone. The violent crashes that make your heart race. I felt the rush. I felt the force of this. It seems you declare the sentence of punishment. You are already in the know of what is to be. That idea makes this sick and mysterious. Honestly, a subject that attracts me. So powerful.
"Run from the storm,
o weak and pathetic men.
Hide your selves from the fury.
Seek shelter in your fortresses.
Hope and pray for respite.
Little do you know,
your prayers are unheeded,
nothing more than breath on the wind.
The wrath of earth listens to no god."
Such a dark and twisted feeling I get from this. It's enlightening, though, all the same. I think you've taken a step up from your last. Although it's rather early to know, I think you are a promising writer. You've got detail and depth under your wing.
"Fear,
death is near"
The ending always either wins me or loses me. And this was a fine contradiction to what was previously stated.
I'm obsessed with this poem's dark nature, though I'm sure you gathered that.
Well done! I enjoyed.
xSynth
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