13 December 2012
The full moon glistens in the sky,
Eerie feeling and werewolves cry,
Misty patterns etched in the darkness,
Like smoke stains created by an artist,
Silence resumes followed by the cry of an owl,
Sticks cracking under the feet of the hunters on the prowl,
Eyes wide and shine in the moons glow,
Trickling brook with an effortless flow,
The calm before the storm,
Waiting for the angry clouds to form,
Wind howling and whistling,
Leaves rustling as they rub bristling,
Thistles catch and snag,
Shredding clothes leaving nothing but rag,
Lightening shares the night with the moon,
Thunder powers the night with a loud crash and boom,
Rain falls heavily a downpour of water,
Animals retreat like lambs to the slaughter,
As quick as it came it went,
Leaving behind the weathers torment,
The sun will soon begin to rise,
Shining light on the mess left from the storms demise.
Storm. • Opuss № I