A Test Poem by Thomas Cornfield

A Test
By Thomas William Cornfield

A roaring wind is coming
over the mountain.
A deadly dust cloud rising
a hundred mile high.
From the center
come lighting bolts.
And sounds that will make you fear.
Judgment coming now good to see you here.
16 hoofs pounding on
the ancient pavement.
Fire shooting out of
all of their eyes
Their breath is hot
they carry a lot
you might even call it divine.
No more time to haggle
get on in line.