The Sun Happily,
Spread A Smile On My Face,
Thank You Golden Rays

A darkened scar across my eye
a lightning  crack against the sky
this morbid creature standing by
this place where horror tends to cling

What God has cursed you with this frame?
your crippled form,  your branches lame
but let him speak and he'll proclaim
"I'm far more tame in spring"

The Sun Closed It's Eye,
In It's Plush Seat In The Sky,
The Land Bright Below

                       *A Slight Breeze Gestured
              As The Thick Grey Clouds Rolled In
                      Although All Was Calm

The Wind Whispered Soft,
As The Trees Started To Sway,
The Storm Is Brewing

                          Flurries Fell Heavy,
              As The Wind Bellowed Harshly,
                       The Storm Has Begun

The Ice Cold Wind Screamed,
As It Stripped Every Tree's Leaf,
The Storm Was Angry

                           Every Last Leaf Lay,
        On The Ground's Fresh Powdered Snow,
                       The Storm Was Fading            

*The Sun's Opened Eye,
Watched From It's Seat In The Sky,
As The Blizzard Fled

you move restless impulsive, loud but empty
on the prowl, easy naive prey
you are a true merchant of death
surrounded by bought smiles
one day you call in the debt mercilessly
karma will call your debt in to, maybe already
my eyes won't have the pleasure to see
God knows best

your face, once a clean canvas
reveals the truth, death merchant
life was easy
conveniently forgetting there is a god ,watching

each brush stroke reveals more truth
choice in color, an educated eye interprets
cracks revealed- you old cracked painting
discarded - life is cruelest when you are old
a new painting painted over a discarded death merchant

an era forgotten
wiped clean - the end