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
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