GREY GREY THUNDER

It rains blood red and acid cursed 

the water from the opened sky

 Bleeds the plants the trees and life

 all that flys and passes by

 flourished flash the floods

the very soul of nature in her path 

and waits to grapple down in droves

 and cover her in ash and dark 

shedding skin he turns within

 itself an ambient bitter torrent

 gasping 

 All  is flushed and  gushed

 that dares to enter in his path 

He leaves her cold eyed

 worried doom 

And Drowns her heart

In Catacomb 

She Earth lies old 

without her womb....

behold the pale horse cometh soon 

amid

The Grey Grey thunder....

(C) Helena C Carta