Wine Weather
Cataclysm, disaster!
Calamity, come!
Fate of mankind, I, master!
Doom and Death, thy drum...
Gore upon the altar?
Somebody needs to go.
Nerves within, do not falter!
Cease, heartbeat, post slow.
Tunnel subterranean?
What in there was planned?
Hell and Heaven, sane again?
Orders countermand!
Yellow skies in harpsichord?
Fall not on thy sword!
Every matador not gored!
That's who holds the fjord!
Volcano, thy lava red;
What feeds on the dead?
Questions such about thy head!
Countenance and cred!
Shrine on top of highest hill?
Wasteland, have thy pill.
Burn the bodies, file the fill!
Giant, duress? Kill...
Spill, O blood of heart! Solve? Start.
Take the human part.
Deadly dawn upon the dart...
Terror tastes a-tart...
Copyright © Chris Jensen | Year Posted 2025
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