Ravenend Frost

(21-1-87 / India)

Celestial Horde


Celestial Horde

From the skies they rouse,
Filling the coast with fog
The warriors strung arrows,
The battle shalt be fought!

The descending celestial horde
Clashes with the swords,
And lightening strikes hard
Leaving the water scarred

Beauty of sea is lost
To wrath of the storms,
Silence surrenders at last
The tides expand their form!

And suddenly a light glows,
From far beyond the sea,
The water spurts and flows,
As the hordes depart the scene

At a new day’s dawn
Terror of fog has gone,
We celebrate singing songs
Of the mighty warriors, who won!

Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2008

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