Category: Writers Block
Blue Angels traveling through the night
In a strong cord numbering three
So sleek the bikes they were transversing on
Giving me to know that yet still they were with me…
That no valley where shadows of death beseaching linger was too low
Nor mountain top far reaching in through the mists of clouds too high
That through scorching flames of fire
Through stone cold bitter winds assailing
That it mattered not if the road to hell was being ventured
For The Journey was on angel wings being borne
With purpose of a higher destiny alreadied sealed by sword divine
With the double-edged razor tip of it
Yet dripping in blood that made the covenant secure
~*Thunderous MidNight*~