Eye Of The Storm
The doom-noise tumbles in. no colors flee the eye of it.
Miles on windy miles succumb, sunlight cant get in.
Nothing tells the day from night beneath this grey-black roof,
This charged procession of cloudy walls,
There is no way out, not now the eye has opened wide,
A zero gravity calamity, the lid wont blink till the world is done,
Closer and closer it falls, earths old face upturned, waiting,
Bracing, , for the torrential impact.
I am stormbound. But first the mountains must go down,
Wrenched from there age old foundations, the bedrock liquidates,
Cyclonic hands follow, they are livid. Vortices's eating ground
In soaring spouts, this is invincibility.
I hear the distant boom of rain. Before it touches down.,
No earth-sea could match this wave, this dark shield floating terribly,
Draped across horizons spheroid span, digesting the skyline,
I imagine this is the end,