Skywater

[Silver WInd]

Skywater

 

So this world has come to an end

it was seen in those black eyes

of obsidian.

 

A pulse on the vein of the earth,

skywater above no longer

the celestial pure.

 

Tears of pitch rain down

upon the twisted landscape,

it staggers in slow movements

of tar-bit waters.

 

Eyes rolled up to the heavens

on fire, seen in crimson

red clouds and the air

of brimstone.

 

But no gods can duly

be credited for this,

it is the sludge we have

been working toward.

 

Rough hewn hands carved

out this path, laving behind

their calloused trail.

 

But there are those

that have always known,

felt within their broken

souls.

 

A truth that must be

spirit-known, where the

rocks turn in the shade

and bake with the sun.

 

Only to spark the first

and final blaze, to cry

out to the rains that have

long gave their final bleeding,

this is the reaping.

[Da_Yog]

Interesting, it took me a minute to catch on to the subject but after I did everything fell into place quite nicely. I think stanza three was the strongerst. It contained some really nice imagery and word usage and delivered a nice punch. "tears...pitch...rain...staggers...tar-bits..." All proved evocative and nicely placed. The burning skies of stanza four speak well of a smog-filled sunset. The armageddon feel resonate with modern ecological and global-warming concerns. Very interesting...

[Silver WInd]

Thank you very much