...The Gathering Red Storm...
Death besets the Sorceress
the Gathering Red Storm Swells
it blithely rises in Her chest
and pushes against Her face, burning
Iniquity releases itself into ethereal waves
touching both sea and sky
rivets of black laughter seamlessly torch
the Night
Her hands cover the face of the moon
Her voice shatters the illusion you've spun
and just when you thought She had receded
She stands scorching, blistering the sun...
Comments
Carole,
your welcome, and by the way, do you have any advice for making a good story, because, I am a writer and I want to learn to be a great writer.
again your welcome, and can't wait to read more.
TDM
- Author
TDM, thank you so very much for commenting and complimenting...this one came during a storm of sweat and conviction. I am glad you find it amazing. Thank you again. :)
Well Carole,
amazing poem, truly amazing
TDM