Reality begins to peel away layer by layer
The mists of time swirl and so emerges the first player.
As the bell rings out it’s manic knell
The hordes of pain and sorrow stream out of hell.
Chilled to the bone and filled with fear.
The gate keepers watch the past rush in and future disappear.
Pinned to the spot unable to move from where they stand.
They watch in horror as the unplanned ignores all ceasing commands.
All thought of hope abandons them as they watch all descend into mayhem.
Jul 28, 2013 @ 22:33:18
That image popped up in my reader and I nearly jumped out of my seat. And then those words! Shivers.x
Jul 29, 2013 @ 00:56:04
Yes the image is quite striking, I am glad that the words had impact too. Xxxxxx
Jul 29, 2013 @ 09:03:56
Wonderful imagery through your words Willow. the continuing saga compels . hugs aplenty xPenx
Jul 29, 2013 @ 09:33:52
I hope it does Pen because I have no idea where it is headed next!! Hugs eternal xxxxxxxxxx
Jul 29, 2013 @ 09:05:41
Goodness, what an image! Fits the poem too….good!
Jul 29, 2013 @ 09:32:51
Thanks , it is a brilliant image. 😉
Jul 29, 2013 @ 12:59:13
Brilliant…and somber…
Jul 29, 2013 @ 19:51:29
It is supposed to be scary 🙂
Jul 29, 2013 @ 19:51:29
It is supposed to be scary 🙂
Jul 29, 2013 @ 21:25:12
🙂 that it is…
Jul 29, 2013 @ 21:26:43
😉
Jul 30, 2013 @ 08:43:23
Wow – Willow!!
Image too – really striking.
Jul 30, 2013 @ 12:46:47
glad you are liking it!!