The Stormy Moonlit NightA flowing midnight, velvet cloak Clings to pale icy flesh. Trinkets of fresh moisture Pour through time and space, Searching for a place In which they may rest.The Stormy Moonlit Night
Ferocious roars reach far and wide, Echoing from mighty beasts. Colored lights flash through the sky, Portraying a picture on which blind eyes feast.
Beautiful in the day, Yet terrifying when no longer white. Sheltering their tension, Only to unleash it in an electrifying strike.
I am but a candle, Barely showing light. I am overwhelmed, In this thundering fright.
