• In rotting wood standing on the place of the Skull
    A rising shadow cast by a setting sun
    upon a land of darkness
    Neither sky nor ground cast a single ray
    cracks in the ground
    voices shouting in silence from within
    a world stands still
    and all man is
    Taken in the Storm

    A portrait of Death
    where an empire moves
    still with fear
    on the place of garbage
    casting lots for scraps
    a sweet trail of blood
    to ward off the smell

    A scream adds to the silence
    where Death stalks
    On a Solstice of Souls

    Off to the side
    where no one can see it
    a Thorn Bush covered in blood
    the Fog over takes it, curling up like a cat
    and purring at Deaths sweet hand
    that rubs up around humanities face
    and penetrates down its throat
    and it too is
    Taken in the Storm

    Deaths momentary bliss
    on a city of chaos
    where water washed away
    your foot print in the sand
    Deaths cat wanders the streets
    looking for comfort in the houses of the living
    scratching at the door of people who don't listen

    On a Solstice of Souls
    where Death stalks
    A scream adds to the silence

    Finally the dark goes
    back on silver wings
    and a portrait stands
    after years of painting
    another careful stroke added for each passing day
    to an unfinished master piece
    Blood Red was the final color
    Entitled
    Taken in the Storm