The sky it trembled, as it started falling in.
The poplars shook.
As the page of a book became torn and wet.
Forget not the importance of kith and kin, as they creep.
As if boils erupting under the skin.
Each family has a face.
A fantastic visage.
Crowns of thorns can not be broke within a family of workers and jokers.
With bright red hot pokers, that become stirred, but not shaken.
Futures' forsaken.
Harps played by hypocrites.
That shear their fingers.
Drawing blood instead of tears.
The knitting of a family.
Bonded on needles two at a time.
Drop just one or two stitches, all will be fine.
Clash and battle.
Cages rattle.
Clever simians.
(c)LIVVI