Beauty In Destruction
Roaring across the opal sky Comes a wave of frothing clouds Menacing and blackening The sound of angry riot crowds Blue skies fade, birds cease to sing Heavy pearls begin to fall Slow at first, then...
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Roaring across the opal sky Comes a wave of frothing clouds Menacing and blackening The sound of angry riot crowds Blue skies fade, birds cease to sing Heavy pearls begin to fall Slow at first, then...
Today it rained for hours, The floods are everywhere, Looking for some dry ground, There isn't, anywhere.
Everyone sat around waiting The dark clouds were not parting Twas the calm before the storm This one tho was not the norm This really was a baron town Rumblings echoed all around The darkness...
Oh dear... Whats going on. Wales is under a flood. All water risen up high and the colour of mud. Caravans 4foot under and washed away into the sea.
Always calm after the storm. Tornado fades. Spirals out of control. Chaos. Falling. Pain at the loss. Always calm after the storm. Restored. Order. Silence sweeping. Still lingers. Left behind.
This is based on a true story. Told in my own way.
Please comment with anything you may have to say. This is a true story. It was not over exaggerated in the least. I entered this version of this story in the news and tribune.
I ran - terrified as the Earth shuddered beneath me as I stumbled and fell. But suddenly I found myself being lifted off the ground before I could pick myself up.
This is the day that the Great Sorrow is supposed to come. Everyone has their doors locked and windows closed tightly shut. I don't believe in the Great Sorrow.
The wave was getting closer. "How far away is it?" Lydia asked, the fear evident in her voice. "Maybe 200 feet." Jupiter said calmly. Lydia looked. 150 feet.
The strange girl stared up at Lydia. "Let me up there!" she yelled at Lydia, aiming the rusted silver gun at her. Lydia looked down and was shocked to see the girl. Shehasagunshehasagun.
It sits their, waiting in the middle of the Atlantic, with one survivor. He sits there like a skeleton, on the Deck Barrier freezing , is he Dead. His white face and weak knees would suggest so.