A sizzle lights up the night sky
Followed by thunder up so high.
The black clouds rumble in dismay,
Crumbling like figures of clay.
Red soon joins the purple light,
Gearing up for a loud fight.
The sea’s quiet below,
Keeping its head down low.
We are in for a charged night
As nature gears for a fight.
Time has stopped in mid-flight.
Clouds have ceased circling the earth.
The sun refuses to show its face.
Time has come to an end.
My heart feels hollow and empty.
Panic fills the empty spaces.
My love has come to an end
And so too has mankind.
A battle rages between my lovers
Built upon passion and deceit.
The winner takes all,
And soon even me.
The earth trembles in despair.
A blanket of darkness covers all.
The battle rages in its fury.
Clashes of swords echo its thunder.
Frozen in place I stand,
Waiting for the uncertain outcome.
Who will be left standing
to take my cold hand?
ENERGY OF LIGHT
Light the night sky with your energy.
Waves of light to shock our senses.
Sizzling sounds to move our souls.
Darkness yearns to blacken the sky.
But the streaks of light persevere.
The moon lifts its face with a grin.
Thunder will be riding soon on its horse.
Mother Nature never misses a beat.
The light forewarns us of the coming storm.
Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning sizzles as it plays.
Over the dark house, it stays.
Thunder rumbles in pain.
Loud noises but no rain.
The door opens wide.
There’s no place to hide.
We might as well go in.
inside looks dark as sin.
THE DEAD GAME
The sky rumbles its pain.
The clouds shout out in vain.
The water bubbles hot.
It won’t forget you not.
Run from the hot flames of hail.
Try to hide to no avail.
Seek shelter from the storm.
This will be the new norm.
The Dead now run the town.
Chin up and dare not frown.
We must bow to their favor.
While we wait for our Savior.
THE DEAD GAME
Lightning hits the water
with long fingers so fine.
It glistens in the sky
with its curvaceous spine.
Sizzle goes the sound,
electric in the air.
It crisscrosses the sky
with its own savoir-faire.