by Father
As colorless clouds swelled the skies Painted faint fog filled the trees While armored angels with lightening swords Swing fiercely through the breeze Thunder tossed - the birds flew fast away While the timid May moon Shied slowly out of the way From armies of shadows Shot bullets of hail While wild wicked winds whirled Wishing to catch their own tails From the eyes of heaven Regret fell like rain After eons of suffering She let go of the pain