The heavens have opened and the sky is of dark pallor,
Rain batters down with little or no pity.
Thunder howls and strikes like a slavering hell hound,
And the music shrieks to its own harsh litany.
Lightening blazes like white fire in the raging sky,
Filling the land with deadly force and power.
Merciless winds whip up fury and loathing so vast,
Rain falls like the ceaseless pattern of a flower.
Hark! The thunder sounds like a roaring demon,
his rage cracks open the skies above.
And with white that blinds and awes the mortal beings,
He caresses the land with his sinister love.
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Poetry and Lamentations
PoesieSome poems about nature and serene landscapes. I would call it an anthology. However, some poems are Lamentations so therefore, may be quite despairing and upsetting.
