Under the Waring Skies

The sky opens with a volley of rain

That comes down like stones shot into the air

On an old battlefield looping through sky

And back down on the grass pelting it down

Like a bloody soldier into the ground.

And the wind blows like a legion of men

Who hold spears in hand with helmeted head

Race through the field to the lone standing place

Crash into the house like an opposing force

Who’s windows shake like an old shivered shield.

The lightning strikes like a flash in the head

From a strike on the helm glancing away

And thunder starts like a unison shout

From still fighting men with blood on their brows.

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