Facing The Storm

There's a storm on the horizon

I can feel it in the air

The wind around me is howling

Whipping at my hair

The darkness is approaching

The sky is turning black

I know I should be leaving

I should run and not look back

Fascination overtakes me

I'm lost in the wicked sky

I watch the trees start bending

Their skeletal branches fly

The wind picks up in intensity

The sky begins to transform

I let the rain soak my body

Becoming one with the storm

About this entry: Both poem and picture are by DL Mock (me). About the picture: Background paper is from the Back Two Black paper pack from Xquizart (MischiefCircus). Everything else was created by me using Photoshop and Poser 10.