Lightening splits the tumultuous sky,
Thunder crashes, sounding so near,
Wind slices through the air,
a mighty roar rips the breath from your lungs.
Never fear,
death is near.
Run from the storm,
o weak and pathetic men.
Hide your selves from the fury.
Seek shelter in your fortresses.
Hope and pray for respite.
Little do you know,
your prayers are unheeded,
nothing more than breath on the wind.
The wrath of earth listens to no god.
The storm rages,
white light flickers through the room,
casting shadows on the mind.
Doubt plagues the unwary,
the shadows are closing in.
Breathing heavy,
the stench of fear fills the air.
A thunder crack or an intruder near?
Do you dare, creep and peer?
Footsteps on the stairs, getting near,
run, hide, fight?
Where has your strength gone.
Your mind quavers,
the test of metle awaits.
Fear,
death is near.
A contest entry
- Lightning Strikes by onesugar.
925 points, ended July 3, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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i felt being carried away in your storm....so powerful..
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Dark and suspenseful..loved it.
Wonderful imagery..brilliant ending
Thank you for entering and good luck
~sugar~
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thanks, i wrote this awhile ago. I think storms are a very good beginning for any new poet as they have alot of imagery to work with. They are also fun to write about while in one!
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