Storm clouds gather
Dusk approaches quickly now
It’s potent allure perpetually growing stronger
The barometers spiked
A revolution is at hand
Pearl droplets fill the air
Dancing tears from Heaven
It weeps, weeps for injustice
And the serpents mass in the darkness of the night
Storm clouds gather
Dousing daylight
Compelling,
Compelling thought, compelling night
Copyright (2010)
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A refined poetic imagination, Mark Scotting. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.