*Part Three: Chaos*
The sky changed
so quickly, causing
the Earth to tremble.
Great black clouds
consume the sky,
and winds begin
to howl, a symphony
of darkness.
The darkness spat on
my face, as a maddening
funnel, a sign from the
gods, dropped down onto
my land.
Winds and rain wash
away everything and
as it's demented leader,
the funnel of darkness,
rips apart, destroys, and
murders everything.
Bodies tossed about,
just like rag dolls, my
home of old torn
to the ground, and I
myself, taken by this
cascade of destruction,
a terror from the
heavens.
To begin with skies
of blue, then come as
a sky of black, and finally
gone again leaving a
brilliant blue sky, as the
funnel of death, the torrent
rains, and the forceful
winds vanish.
*Part Four: Unknown World Before Me*
Heavy eyes open
and scan a foreign
landscape, twisted,
torn, a land where
nothing stands where it
once stood.
Broken, just like my soul,
all that was before is
now gone, those who
I knew lie scattered,
torn, dead, devoid
of their souls.
How can this happen
to one such as I?
A mystery never
fully explained.
My home, my family,
my everything is
gone. Washed away, swallowed
by the death, a funnel of
darkness,
I am now alone...
Author notes
A/N: This is part three and four of a four part series known as Storm. Please enjoy a personal experience (a tad bit of the real story!)
Written January 9th, 2006
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gorgeus!
At some point, at the middle of part 3, I was shivering. I could feel the sky change, the wind wip my skin, and the storm was right there beside me.
I have read all your storm poems, and they are truly great! A superbly intense epic poem of sky-high dimensions.
I like the flow, how it started, how you awoke, and got out, and then, how it all began, how hell came and, in the end, it was like you had survived the apocalypse. The end is heart-braking, and, although I rarely feel the need to cry, this kind of siuation would make me fall apart(in real life).
Excellent "saga". You really gave the storm its own personality. It is indeed a menace to all life, it is a demon that "rips apart, destroys and murders everything" (as you greatly said), but I like it.
Awesome! Keep up the excellent job!
See ya around... -
Intense and well done
Oh wow.. very very descriptive piece here. I love storms, the energy of it just stirs up the soul and turns me wild...which is why I snagged a peek at this poem. You begin it with intensity and keep the intensy throughout. I will be reading the other versions that I saw. I like the idea you have going here. Very interesting.
Be well
hugz Sedie
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Now that you've taken all my appluases *coughs*.
This was really good, nice imagery and symbolism. You keep improving your structure everytime you write, and pretty soon you're going to be winning every contest on this site. Keep up the good work. 
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