Storm Poem by Sabrina Sixx

Rolling hills, dark beneath the dreary clouds.
Seemingly endless rows of darkened trees
Swallow you up, gone, never to be found.

Grey skies overshadow all living pleas
For mercy. Ominous storm clouds roll in
To cover their shame with the evening breeze.

Ten thousand miniscule graves, black with sin,
Camouflage the earth like soldiers at war.
Underground dwellers shall not live again.

Yet one rises high for all to adore.
One glorious cross lights the gloomy path
For mere mortals to follow evermore.