Date: 13.01.2008
Time: 11:40 p.m.
A raging wind beckons my weary frame
Its restless spirit lifts me to the stars
Stepping on invisible stairs
With giddy unsteady footsteps
I rise to meet the storm
That cries urgently to me.
A fiery dust storm blinds my weary gaze
Its violence smarting me with bitter dust
Peering out from within closed eyes
That shut out the storm along with sight
I fight its force to see
All that lies before me.
A whispered chant reaches my weary ears
Its mellifluous refrain calming a soul so tense
Resonating from hidden depths within
Serene in its feathery touch
I feel it and journey on
Imbibing its strength within me.
End: 00:05 a.m.
3 comments:
storms in your head? or are you living in a desert :)
don't need storms to see what is there now do we?
good one :)
N
The gates of hell await you. You are just 15 metres away from your destination.
Yours truly,
GPS.
Blizzard Entertainment presents....
From Blizzard North.....
I am nuts and I love half-punphoring with games. Sigh.
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