"Just a life."

[Ris Yerg]

Thunderstorm plunges twists of blades
In a mute and submissive ground.
Feet trample a road's corpse
Wrapped in a dusty shroud.
Mouths crucified in soundless cry.
Quenched memories, eyes are dry.
Waves of madness rattle like a bell.
Just a life.
Ascension.
Into hell.

[billy]

it has an unearthly feel about it ris.
thanks for the read.

[Ris Yerg]

Hi, Billy!
I wrote it in August 06 2009. Now I just edited it a little bit.
Thank you so much for reading and kind comment!
R.Y.

PS. From time to time I write not only about my mother-in-low! Blessed be that old lady! Ha-ha! R.