It strikes like lightening.
It consumes like midnights darkness.
As the hands move round & round: rust builds slowly.
If you listen closely, you can hear the cries.
There are wonders that drown beneath the ocean.
Shining, passion filled stars: blown out as easily as candles.
A fire settled, and pain turns to ashes.
Rain, so cold and lonely – washing away any trace.
It thrived blossomed like a rose.
Strong, bold and graceful.
Sweet with armor.
Wrapping around the beats of thunder: silencing the rage.
As each flash swiftly appears, a vision vanishes.
The earth piles little pebbles with the dirt: ease the mess – salvage the rest.