A moment in the garden

I'm sat on a bench in my garden and my mind wanders, my ears filled with birdsong and all around are feeding and watching.
And then silence.
Those clouds, are massive. They're a vengeful spirit spreading it's searching soul across Earth.
This is the end of days, the end of all life.
we're going to die.

all goes dark, I am drawn into the spirit and blinded by it's sheer volume, growing larger every second
so wicked, so blackened and angry looking...

But hark! What light through yonder spirit doth break?!
It is the sun! Oh Glorious sun your fire shall burn away the evil blackness.
I hear a cry! the spirit cries in agony and it's form is pulled apart in smokey tendrils.
It is done.
The spirit is vanquished, Oh praise to thee bright sun.
Then the crows caw
I'm sat on a bench in my garden, my ears filled with birdsong and all around are feeding and watching.



Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2014-02-14 at 01:26

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