Heaven's torrential rain fell like a flood and poured itself upon the thirsty ground. The showers broke as my chest burst out blood; The thunder cracks muffled the gunshot sound. He shot me down upon that grassy hill, and I fell dying in a muddy pool. The wind swept o'er us two; its cries were shrill. I knew it then, I learned I was a fool. Nature offered no grave nor place of rest. My soul, assumed into the thrashing gale torn out my heart right through my bleeding chest forever in the clouded skies will sail.
Short Poem: Soul in the Storm
Tale Told 