Skyfall
This is the end.
Hold your breath,
and count to 10.
Listen to me as I tell you.
Skyfall.
This is where we start.
This piece of art,
beautiful and intricate.
This plan. Evil and dark.
Gorgeous in the extreme.
Velvet rose. Black velvet.
Falling skies, Falling light.
Rising evil, Knightfall.
The black of the night, thrown astray.
The blinding white, of day.
They battle.
A malevolent rain,
A benevolent cyclone.
Rain is what we see of a cyclone...
What now do you see?
What do you see, with this skyfall?
Copyright © Zach Nathan | Year Posted 2012
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