Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Dark Sound

Thunder, like a death knell

crashes through my head.

Something evil waits

the horizon black as hell.

Lightning whips through the clouds

like the tail of an angry beast.

Destruction, beauty rolled into one evil hand.

The rain comes in bucket loads

as if someone were bailing out a sinking ship.

It’s a scene from a Ridley Scott movie.

I’ll turn the corner, find the four horsemen of the Apocalypse

riding down on me, with the fifth rider hanging back

waiting to take my life…