Flood

The angered sky, thunder clashing,

Clouds darken and the earth shall dull,

Rain like mirrors started to fall

Rushing wind blows happiness away,

The storm will come and shower with power,

Light hides away, skies shall dim,

Rain continues to fall, filling the world

And see the world in endless waters,

the sacrifice shall be made to end the plague

Though no one would try to sacrifice their lives

As the old story goes with story of the flood,

The dog will say a sacrifice is to be made for their lives

The owner will say who would he sacrifice,

The dog answered a dreadful thought,

''Sacrifice my body for I am already dead,''

The man would laugh with deep confusion,

But through the mist he saw the dog brittle with skeletons

Terror and fear he experienced when the truth came,

The dog said to throw him to the lake,

The man threw the dog and prayed to the spirits,

The flood came, like this poem says,

Much surprise what the man saw,

A raft, a plain gentle raft,

but its the only way to survive storm's wrath,

Many died from the high waters, angered spirits reaped their souls,

The man was greatful for the decision he made,

To sacrifice the dog he loved and cared,

After the flood, the sun rise once again,

and from the graves, spirits danced playfully,

And there goes the tale told by my forefathers,

But life sprouted after death's encounterd,

The rainbow shall shine from the clouds now white,

And the dead, the loved and the lost one raised,

The flower bud,once drooped,

but now is seen bloomed with color,