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The Storm Dog

Updated on August 11, 2010

Storm Dog

 I close my eyes and the story begins

A need to dream has long been subsided

Its been like an inacsessable coffer full of dimonds held in a safe pepperedwith hyerogliphics

A setting forms itself in my minds eyes, a dark forboding sky above

trecherous rocky cliffs being ravaged by the unforgiving sea that knocks a small boat unmercifuly at its morring

At intervals in time the sky is repeatedly obliterated by a shatter of blinding light

But aside all of this distruction i perceve an animal standing on th apex of the cliff

From the meager exstent that the storm allows me to see through the rain he seems to be of the canine speacies holding an ossified body in his defunct jaws.

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      DarkDisOrder 6 years ago from B.A.D. (Beyond All Dimensions)

      I resemble that remark, all us dudes aren't dogs, maybe just that dude you described in your poem, which was a great read by the way.......

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      Terry Chestnutt 6 years ago from Cleveland, Ohio

      Strongly impacting. Strikingly dramatic.

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