The Coming Storm

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By Lunaria

The Coming Storm A weird shade of green is the sky above Trees are bowing to the strong cold gust Which is giving objects wings as a dove So they lift off the earth like dust A fierce storm is brewing and moving fast Yet I move not to take cover For I know the die is cast And there is mystery to discover What know ye of the prophecies of old Not many I guarantee ye If ye did ye would not be so brassy and bold But praying for one last plea Think ye can stop the storm that comes? Nay, but some will try Listen to the sounding drums And pray that ye don't die For the time is now, as you've been told But you listen not, even today They are true , the prophecies of old You cannot have it your way Now I must leave you to your fate For I will warn no more This storm that comes will not abate There is destruction at your door Goodbye, farewell, I'll see you no more This is where the timelines divide Destruction takes the form of war And on a great ship is where I'll reside. June 26, 2005 copyright © Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria All my poetry, and other writings are all legally ©Copyrighted before posting. Do not use .Thank you. Lunaria.

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