atmospheric anomalies accost average automatons, assuaged asudden by apathetic acceptance

the clouds rain fire whenever i'm at my best
and the seas breath smoke whenever i am at rest
this serindipitous symphony serenades the scapes
of sky faring mountains, surrounding this vast abode.

heard from above, below
and all around
with an echo,
a TUMULTUOUS TREPIDATION

the birds and beasts, beckoned once before
now cower quietly backwads into their caves
wish to all things holy
that this will not be their last

but what is holy
and what is sacred
to the fowl of air
or animal of earth

that which is sacred to me
that which is holy to all
who know what waits beyond the silver trimmed lining of the skies
that frail image, with scythe ever-shining

together we reap the world
and take our claims
never fearing one another
forgetting faith in fate and foe