Storm
The tears of angels drip drop on my transparent mirror
The thumping of feet and flickering lights
Millions of Gabriels orchestrating sorrowful ballads
The vaults wedged open by the foot of God
Releasing the burden if the holy legion
An accompaniment of violins play
Smoothly, softly a zephyr of sound
The tempo picks up
Turbulent and raging
The percussion joins in
With a roar of a lion, the cymbals crash
The music intensifies to a crescendo
A whirlwind of harmony and melody intertwined into one piece
A sudden silence falls as
The storm calms outside my bedroom window
This poem is about:
Our world