Imagism

A blue ski, purple outskirts and and a blue green in the vast horizon The sky wept that frigid night, icy winds paved the streets, homes and ways Fireplaces lit from home to home Source of warmth that can always be counted on, a heat that feeds even ice-cold hearts A talking door sees it all, tradgedy lurks all around A pause, then thunder rocks the heavens Not a birds cry is heard for miles near Roaring winds cry out loud It stomps on the grounds, like an angry crowd Again the sound of clashing rain drops drippings from the edges of the roofing Fill the open, and a howling thunder strikes the sky again Ignorance walks the streets, ignorance drives in the roads Anger smiles in the open mist Joy hides undercovers, it fears the coming gusts Death too takes to her feet and walks along the highways where ignorance is the gateway She lurks in the most trafficed places where one mistake can allow her to take Spirits laugh and sing, for they praise His majesty Its over, the sky wepps no more A sigh for the pains is all that remains The rising sun, yellow and a fire that warms the earth It sings, his melodys we all know, its touch we feel Great he is for it blinds the eye I awake, what a terrible dream, I imagine it true All in an outter realm, of imagism