At the Freyed Ends of the Sky

Tramp through the forest with elephant ears, they fall from the sky the threads have appeared.

Yellow and blue, purple and green, the sky will unravel the space inbetween.

Red cracks in the sky, with purple imps on green clouds, this trip has completely left me from dazed to spellbound.

They come from the sky to judge the living and the dead, for every man theres a sin, and for every man there a thread.

I float through the sky on elephant feet, when the hands of the sky finally meet.

They point at the colors the yellow, purple, green, blue, and red, to read them the truth and to preach whats unsaid.

Author's Note

dont do saliva!

Reviews

[Lizanne]

Love this type of mystical writing. The imagery is like a painting done in black with the splotches of color inserted to jar the thought process.
Your last line says it all.
So much not told in the truth of life. Secrets withheld and answers kept locked away.
Keep up the writing. You have talent!

[Doreen]

Quite interesting. Very descriptive and mystical. It has a rhythmic flow and the rhyme works well. Nice job.