Tempestuous sky
THE SKY IS DARK AND VIOLENT
HERE AND THERE A PATCH OF GREY
YOU CAN'T TELL IF IT'S NIGHT OR DAY
IMAGES APPEAR AND DISAPPEAR
AS THE MINDS PRIMEVAL INSTINCTS STRUGGLE TO BE CALM
GARGOYLES AND DEMONS THAT WOULD BE SURE TO HARM
HARRIED CLOUDS RACE ON, CHANGING THEIR SHAPE
IN A BID TO ESCAPE
IT WOULD BE THE YOUNG BIRD THAT FINDS HIMSELF ON THE WING
LITTLE REALISING THIS IS NO TIME TO SING
HOOFED ANIMALS TAKEN ALOFT, SHOULD BE FIRMLY PLANTED ON THE GROUND
MR WIND TAKES IT'S BREATH AWAY SO IT MAKES NO SOUND
HAVING SHOWN IT'S CAPACITY FOR FURY
THE WIND DISSIPATES GIVING OTHER ELEMENTS A GO
IT WON'T BE HAPPY AS ALL COME OUT TO PLAY
WHEN THE SUN BRIGHTENS THIS DISMAL DAY
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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