The Storm
The storm looms heavy on the horizon.
Its thunder is the beating of the horsemens’ hooves
growing in sound and fury.
The hounds bay wildly at the door,
Eager to chase down the scent of death
that lingers in the air.
Doom has spread its black wings wide
taking away all hope and light.
weaving a tale in the growing darkness,
of woe…
grief…
and fear.
