Friday, June 17, 2016

The MIst ©©

A thick mist rolls across a naked land
A land scared will a billion heartaches
A billion souls scratching the earth for peace
Watered with oceans of bitter tears and a drop of pity

A thick mist kneels down to the ground
Embracing the passage of time
Caressing yesterday
For the tomorrows that may be or not

A thick mist hides what mustn’t be seen
From light or darkness
Light of day only brings on the shadows
Darkness of night hides them away

A thick mist rides a white stallion across the land
What is it bringing?
Is it love?
Or the four horsemen of the apocalypse

A thick mist silently comes……….


1 comment:

Devilish Angel said...

Sometimes it is love or four horsemen of the apocalypse...