Grey Area Zoned

Struck down powerless with astonishment as the Brocken spectre took its shape Forming one shadow breathing out from the misted oceans A fierce bitter wind whispers curling cries around the mountain howling suffering tunes Where an odd sound echos strangely three times striking the spine with ice trembles Then the crunch of lightening suddenly strikes this note darkness causes uneasy feelings when the shield of light is blinding to the lost yet to be found wanting Opposite the sun enormous magnified shadows begging to be seen casting lots upon the surfaces of clouds opposite one head crowned figure emerges surrounded by glowing halo-like rings the formation of glory rises from within shaping destiny Where rings of coloured light appear directly opposite the sun when sunlight finally meets a cloud of uniformly-sized water droplets refreshing the misted vision held bathed