Falling Sky’s.

The skies explode with brilliant light upon the cast of grey, the lightning strikes upon the clouds upon the falling day. The winds are blown, upon the throne, in a God almighty blast. Upon the sounds that echo grounds, in screaming winds that past. In heavy falls upon the Earth the falling waters break, upon the soil the light will toil electric arcs will rake. In jagged lines upon the tines, the current strikes surround, the skies before the thunder cracks the darkness that its bound.