Friday 3 January 2014

Storms

There he lays as you approach,
Still as stone,
Motionless,
Behaved.

You speak to him,
Sounds of echoes,
Reflection,
Mimics.

Shadows creeping over him,
Sounds of thunder,
Lightning,
Flash.

The wind seeps through,
Howling with speed,
Rattling,
Leaves.

Laying in darkness as he speaks,
Pitch black in the sky,
Black out,
Night.