A fallen sun
drowned in black.
Iron painted sky,
the hammers of thunderstorms
hidden within.
Angel wings fall from heaven.
Insane nightmares scream
through canyon walls.
Monsters live in the rush of rain;
green blue waters hemorrhage
mud brown.
Cymbal crashing winds
sever branches.
The storm consumes the weak
and unstable.
The orchestra of mayhem ceases.
A cool breeze settles in
trying to make peace.
Roger Singer 