My Thunderous Lullaby

December 6, 2008

It’s a call, a ripping
of sound between the
melancholy clouds,
calling everyone to shelter.
There is rain,
soft, elusive crystals
falling from the sky
all racing with great speed
and agility to the ground.
A bright sword slashed
across the sky,
such a treacherous scene.
It traveled, airborne,
through the ever so
distant atmosphere.
Music is what it made.
A sweet, sweet lullaby.

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