And many miles above, at heavens ledge
See herds of rain-bloated clouds galloping in a haste
A calm sunset gently rouged the silky verge,
Preluding night which drapes the skies to her own taste
Then lo! A distant roar rolling in a thunder
Growled only once before a lightning-horde
Blazed like a silver cloud-rift tearing asunder
The former scenery of repose and happiness abode
Anon tremendous thunderclaps blasted through the air
And their strike was gladly echoed by the very earth
As huge tornados fused these elements in a whirling spear
To carry on the overture commencing the final tragedy's birth...
Unfinished
© Copyright: Александр Михолап, 2011
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