Death From Above
Amber warning a red light dawning,
the clouds on this day-break are
seemingly turning into a angry mist.
I dare not look into the abyss. For I
hear the cries from above, too late!
I'm captured by a now crimson sky.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2014
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