Tempest

Darkling skies mirror darkling soul Tempestuous pools drink in the howling damp Cerulean depths blending into sapphire storms of despair The monsoon washes her tears away A smoking crash shatters the calm before the apocalypse Shards of lightning smite the roiling mire Forging a blazing path into the core of her soul Cleaving hopes and desires in two like ancient oaks Leaving in their wake a blasted trail of desolation A destitute topography of lost spirit dreams Bloodless lips fall open – dying rose petals dewed with mist A soft sigh mingles with a fetid breeze The death rattle of a departing ghost