~Why I love the rain?~
Its soothes my soul with its sounds.
The drops bouncing are music all around.
The refreshing taste of a spring raindrop.
Cools my tongue, a feeling I don't want to stop.
Staring up in the sky each drop has its own say.
Some land lightly others fly and crash their own way.
Each shower brings ideas and a cleansing so inviting.
To me its a orchestra of thunder and lighting.
So when you see and hear the rain , know its a
good thing and not always a form of pain.
Hear the music I hear and the inspiration it brings.
Open your windows wide and let the sky sing..
A. W. Nutter
Monotonous music assaults my ears
The beat, becoming a hypnotic tone
To half clad men as nighttime nears
Dancing around their prayer stone
Worshiping the ancient engravings
A Lycan, portrayed as the master
The human reduced to groveling
Begging for mercy from his captor
The music increases in intensity
Chanting from the dancers begins
Working themselves into a frenzy
Ready to release the beast within
Random killing, is not their mission
The Trinities plan must be defiled
To destroy mans hope of salvation
The pack, seeks Bethlehem's child
As soon as transformation begins
The right hand of God will fall
Saving the son from demons sins
Gods warriors, answering the call
The mens faces begin distorting
Howls of pain, fills the night air
Signal given, warriors descending
Lycans trapped within our snare
Swords are drawn, blood is spilled
The head Lycan, begging for mercy
Raising my sword prophesy fulfilled
Last of the breed killed for his heresy
Eyes stay closed,
A Soul unexposed.
A music box sweetly played,
And sweetly serenaded my mind and leaved me feeling betrayed.
It’s a finely tune sound,
That attracts sad illustrations and open wounds profound.
As its beautiful illustrations escapes,
My mind in the form of tear shapes.
The music box sweetly continued playing its music,
So very sweet and as a tune so melodic.
That I eagerly opened my eyes to the visions of war and death,
It left my body feeling ravaged and my lungs out of breath.
Now my soul is locked in voids forever darkness,
And a once innocent eye, I no more possess.