Seasoned Skies

Before my pen touches the parabolical page I faintly feel a rapturous running rage And as my words fly through space and time They give me comfort as they rhythmically rhyme About the evil, in the world, I must write Along with Love within tenebrous twilight For when in Love, beautiful or captiously cruel We feed the ferocious fires with felonious fuel Slowly the white page turns a ravenous red For my blood and soul are surely bitterly bled Meaningful messages thru seasoned skies Ready for rainfall of cumulous countless cries. May.13.2017 Introspective... The deep inside you stuff - Contest Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes