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.
