The Storm

I lay here and ponder, my heart stop 
The streaks stream left and right 
Thunder, just a roar of lighting sky's 
Flashes all beside knowing strength 
Knowing death is only an instant 
A blink of the eye and a breathe 
The Storm rider many knew him 
Face of death,, no gleam in eyes 
Faith holds his hands 
But courage he dare 
It rages as blood thru the vains 
The intensity of the Reaper bare 
His breathe hot, his mercy none 
The Storm, we ride it everyday 
And death we sometimes play

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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