The Evil Eye Awaits The mans curiosity constructs a gaze into the future, arms extended out like wings, A vociferous manner echoes to the heavens. Why does he not peer down the edge of this cliff? His peculiar behavior to be seen, His shadow filled with flight. Noticeable a storm upon the horizon, Nearing the dusk, collapsing the light. Pieces combining and creating an appearance, Becoming laid upon the table, represented like a conundrum. A story forming through an interval, Sound after sound announcing the cause, One by one, eventually joining together like dominos, Conforming to the change, consuming the sun in all directions, Rubbing the earth together like a spindle. A fire erupts in the sky, burning his shadow away. A kiss of rain upon the brow, Signifying a common courtesy for the destruction set in way. Trees topple like pawns in a thoughtless game of chess, Heartbeat mellows to the rhythm of the thunderous euphony, Beats of a drum, A rhythmic algorithm for the gods, Designed for Zeus to dance, Startling Dionysus, spilling the flowing chalice of wine. Watchers behind closed glass doors stand stern with amazement, Mesmerized by the galore yet to explore. A subtle turn, a smile back into the reflection, glimmering off the dripping wet frame, A leap determining his fate, Down, Down he fell, Swept away by the dust and wind, Never to be seen, Never again.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 20:36:57 +0000