Imaginary Wars of Rain
All I can do this day
Is watch the pouring rain
As its march beats odes of war parade
And enlists an army of my imaginations
As out of the window
I can’t help but set the stage
To watch the lives that spirals down
Like an insect upon its death
And on its back, more tragically than Macbeth
Dramatic as it struggles
Going round and round
But, there is no applause for the one that drowns
And the raindrops, like arrows from the sky
Fell the flower soldiers in the garden
As I watch them struggle, stagger to die
In catapults of earth some fight on…
Others accept their fate
Still, try as they might no one escapes from within the garden gate
And the war wages swifter and quickly
As lightening spears the open air
Strikes at the heart, of Orchard Apple lair
Giving in, to pains in throes of overtures
The wood splits and falls to nature’s blows
Fells the mighty among its groves
And chaos reigns sublime supreme
As the thunder cries out “battle!”
Is this what victory brings
Alas I think not, as all I watch submit and surrender
The warriors bowing to Master Sun
Skies of fireball is he whose commanding here is won
So, now campaign of storm has ceased
And bright begins the sunny day
I fling open the doors of castle and...
Now at least, I am free to play
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
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