|Current Residence: Germany|
The StormDark storm clouds blacken the evening sky;The Storm by Athazagoraphobias
Thunder crackles, splits and roars.
Wilted ivy clings to the ebony tree
Where the onyx raven soars.
Murky waters lap at the ashy shore,
Great chaos somber, foreboding waves.
Thick, inky rain tumbles from the starless haze
And this a sooty owl braves.
A melancholy melody strums along with the
Wind as it carries dead charcoal away,
But speeds up the fires, who do so desire
Not to be denied of their prey.