Camelot

Camelot

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Brewing

A storm
Is brewing
I can feel it
In my bones

I look up
The azure sky
Clear of groans

The white
Cottony clouds
Turn tail
And run
As if dodging
Unseen stones

The wind is picking up
Blowing the beads
Of sweat
From my neck
To parts unknown

Swirling violence
Cackles
Like twisted crones

A storm
Is brewing
I can feel it
In my bones


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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