Fire Towers Churning
Churning towers, clouds of fire and ice,
under command of the wild currents
that flow through the enigmatic skies,
skyborne galleries flaunting their wares,
beauty rising and scurrying about,
rolling until they become dizzy,
twisting bodies suspended in the gray,
darkness with its claws outstretched,
booming voice of the sky beast
in heavy volume,
riding on the claps of lightning,
whores of the thunder beast squirming,
winds of the sky giants picking up,
running with the battle chariots,
hell’s inversion up sky high,
opening its mouth for all to look into,
showing off its guts and internal fires,
speaking in a diabolic language,
shaking the earth with its booming voice,
showing off its absolute power,
its muscles, its colossal fangs,
laughing at the quietude of the violets,
revving up to bring chaos to the earth,
sending missiles and fire winds
down to rustle the forests,
wrap them around their fingers
and yank them out of the ground,
swirling, laughing, playing,
tornado toys, missile launchings,
winds of the fires
of the mouth of the beast,
playing God of Darkness,
God of Chaos, God of Perdition,
swirling, laughing, playing,
rolling, twisting, breaking,
unleashing its evil upon the land.
“Fire Towers,
see what you have done.”
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