It Was a Storm

The quiver of fresh blood never left my hands. It marked me like a permanent stain of disgust. Beauty was underneath the liquid of her mind. The color grey was what clouded her eyes. It was a color of sadness, yet she showed no pain. Like the moon, it only showed its true color in the night. I was attracted to her like a wolf underneath the same covered darkness. She didn't move when the storm approached. She made no move for cover. She stood with a powerful aura that radiated off of her body and into mine. It was a storm like no other. the thunder made it clear of it's presence as it echoed close to my ear. The floor shook with a burning rage. I made no move for cover. I stood like a statue with open arms. Welcoming the storm into my life. The storm ended soon after it ended me. I died that night. Like the rest of this land.