The Coward of the Meltdeck
Coward of the Meltdeck
Far out across the distant hills, the angry sky sparked red,
A violent shade of violet as thunder woke the dead.
Pitch-black against the midnight sky, the clouds lost all control,
Unleashing all the fury of the heavens down below.
I skirted from the warehouse to the safety of the melt,
Before the marbles poised as raindrops and cooler air were felt.
From the safety of the black dirt and heat from yesterday,
I gazed upon my heaven's wrath, afraid to look away.
The storm outside kept raging on, the foundry windows shook,
Until the coward of the meltdeck dared a second look.
And just as quickly as it came thundering into town,
The wrath of heaven disappeared, and quiet settled down.
I softly thanked my Lord for such an ominous display,
And then I thanked Him once again for taking them away.
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