THE SIREN OF DISQUIET I had a show of a wind blow and red flow across the shore. That night; Allover shuffling,flapping and blasting, Air twirled turbulently. Nothing to curb! That night; The nights data shone, But theirs,a faded glow; A whirlwind took over; Up in the sky swords flew, Sharpening after collision, Awaiting a coming mission. The wind whirled across sedate young, Basking in the moon,telling their tales. Their words overlap and their talk fails, Each jump into the sky and grab a sword, Slaughtering the next chore. A spark after collision, A bush fire is constructed, The wind blows and the fire flows, Every creature a roasted flesh, None to dine as none survive. That night i had a show of a wind blow and red flow across the shore; The stillness of trees and stiff numbness of castles on avenues, Cant be felt anywhere, Motion left right,north south, Roads impassable,-A damage done! That night; A hunter took his bow, Together with his arrow, Took to his toe, To hunt a domestic fowl. After the third cock crow, I saw the darkness scatter, The snow on the mountain top, Rigidly refused to drop, Its place a red river replaced, Its source also in its flow, All mouthed into the sea, Wont the ocean suffocate? Late morning I realised, A siren of disquiet was wailing, Calling all in their armor, And await a coming drama, As each will be an actor, On the glamorous sea shore stage.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 10:57:47 +0000
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