Just a "spewing" of words as one might call it^^


Sandstormer

Roaming fearlessly through the desert that hold me
I passionately search for water and shadows
And the sandstorms raging behind my rampage of movement
Is searching for consumable life and weary heads

The hills are indeed alive with the sound of music
Even though the music is, raging storms and falling bombs
My rampage is endless and the might it holds unstoppable
And only I hear the music, in the destruction that comes

Spears of flame and icy arrows, cut obstacles to dust
Black creatures from below rip your demons to shreds
If the only sun would speak to me, I'd never really trust
And she would be blown to pieces by a look from my eyes

I am the storms that consume my only water
I behold the might to bomb my only hills
I stand in front of my own darkened creatures
And I wish I'll never look and find a sun I wouldn't trust




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2009-02-24 at 01:03

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Kathy Lockhart
this spewing of words created a wonderous text. I especially enjoyed the opening stanza. : ) kathy
2009-02-25