A sky turned to fire, at the blink of an eye;
fire and thunder, combined into an light-
swords took up, like taking up arms;
and soldiers in the sky, fell ontop of cement hard-
each poniard like wood, splintered into shards-
And men after men, waged war with the sky;
the day it was to fell, itself, until died-
clouds pounded bricks, and crumbled mortar, and just like a tornado,
spiraling like a vortex were their every single borders;
kingdoms great and many, all faded with their orders-
inevitable was the sky that fell, and was felled into gravity’s embrace;
as carved into the impeccable blackened clouds, were the sculptures of a face..!
Copyright May 24, 2014