It was a gray night…
Rain roaring,
Wind howling at the blood moon.
Certainly the end,
The end of something new..
It was a gray night,
Rain cleansing the earth in depth,
Wind blowing sins away
The sands of time have slowed near halt
The hands of time they aim to stop.
It was a night unlike any other
The scythe of death has found its match.
The hands of angels lay upon her,
She won’t go down without a fight.
They tug and pull with power and might,
A tug of war for death or life,
I felt the essence, a light unseen...
Her eyes bloom brightly
My hearts at ease.