| The Crooked Sky The crooked sword cut through the ebony bark of the night as the battle raged. Silver bullets pierced the murky background and fell wasted upon the dry earth dissolving and flowing as the clear lifeblood of the sky spirit ran. Cannon fire repeatedly sounded after the slash of the jagged white and yellow swords. The drops fell like drumbeats then a blinding wall obscuring the hollow shadows. The purple robed mountains faded above the valley of green and black as the enemy almost silently showered it in a hail of small white missiles. Then all got quiet after the sound of the war machines rumbling away in the distance. A light appeared from the grey shields turning white and an Orange fire appeared in the distance painting the horizon. The wrinkled water ran red with the blood of the battle then the fireball dropped slowly behind the dark outlined profile. A sunset expires. This is not an actual battle but my words for a setting sun. Canon fire the thunder, jagged white and yellow swords the lightning bolts, Blood on the water the red suns reflection and silver bullets the rain drops. Vision Quest � T Lovett |