On a dark an' dreary, dismal morn -
Upon my windows, the heavens cried out,
The windswept trees bowed down in forlorn -
And Brayed heavy upon my door unannounced.
The timbers twisted and my whole house listed -
And Swayed in the gales side to side,
The howling unknowns lost amongst the mists -
Echoed my heart's fears of what would betide.
The sky king shouted in anger and rage -
As he forked out to his lands down below,
An' the flashes flickered out down across my page -
As He made his eternal majesty known.
About the Creator
Mat Barnsley
I strive to make sense of the world through writing. I break it apart, twist it, and bend it until it reflects new light. I invite you to see the world cast through my written stained-glass windows.
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