Tranquil

Penned on June 7 2008

Somewhere behind the seared peaks,
I hear the tumultuous clouds thunder,
the sirocco of doom belches,
While piranhas start their plunder.

Mother ‘Earth’ awaited for the callow blooms,
And the runnel repleted with rapture pristine. 
But now the father ‘Thunder’ deluges the berserk land,
And japes sadistically at his own progeny’s demise.

I sleuth ,the dark halo eclipsing the crimson light, 
The incisive lightning embellishes the the occult sky. 
The blasphemy for the mortals has commenced tonight,
These peltings are the symphonies HIS labyrinth mind.

Listen the death knell starts to chime,
the cadavers feigns in this hazy air.
Only the catamenia and blood dispelled,
Its only the few hours
before obsequy to tranquil this sullen realm.

Still I find myself strolling in this chasm,
chanting the runes from the holy writ of Trine.
And the mother ‘Earth’ still lurks for the new dawn.
While the Father “thunder” savors this morbid night.