huddled black clouds cleave to agonizing stormy skies

brutal lightning strikes hypnotizing
angry skies again (rebirth of the locust)

a paralytic agent of chaos comes in the way of raindrops

a wall of vultures rise, murmurations, the aerial dynamics of the animal psyche

wicked, the wayward tongue, that seeks aspiration, o the dark of mankind

wicked, the wayward tongue, that craves the bite of the crashing down

exuding shadows and pale innocence, the solitary moon has hung Her brow

desolate eyes of a starry doe resound, like one thousand grains of sand on porcelaine