Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Valley

Midnight falls upon us
piranhas to their prey,
blacking out the summer sun
fade from blue to gray.
The hordes have gathered masses
gases form and spew,
prophetic verse destruction
construction of the truth.
Gone from those now left behind
that blinding shield of heaven,
time ticks by to soon draw nigh
six broke out of seven.

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