HE MOVES THE SKY ABOVE

 

Who will protect Quebec from The Dead_

 

Anger raises the waves.
Tears soften the white sand.
Fear hides behind clouds,
marching forth like a band.

I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds quicken the pace.

His descent inspires awe and fear.
He’ll sweep into town like a dove.
His ire can move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.

THE DEAD AT HEART by Susanne Leist
https://books2read.com/u/3Jjlne

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