Saturday, 7 November 2015

The Battle

The horrid forewind wails
as it ruffles trees and rattles windows.
Slamming doors in the house.
Black clouds tumble over the sky
as the sigh of the wind and trees increases.
White power slices across the sky as war arises.
Soft rain trickles and drips lightly
then crashes hard and heavy.
White flashes
more silver power.
Gods are at war in the evil veil of cloud.
Thunder sounds as their power streaks down
to mortal man as cracks in the wall
between our two worlds.
The clamor and hiss of their great horses
as they charge along their world's surface
in the sky.
Then the Gods take their clouds and deeds elsewhere
so as not to harm the innocent mortals below.

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