Nervous Rumblings
White puffy clouds basking in the sun,
sleeping in their cozy nooks,
floating in the azure skies,
basking in the rays of the sun,
meditating on pure thoughts
of tender violets or none at all,
of weightlessness in deep space,
alone with no arms and legs to
move them along, just smiling,
relaxing, and drifting in the abyss,
ahead of the approaching tempest
with its marauding eyes and battle axes,
racing through the nervous skies
upon flying dinosaurs with smoke
streaming out of their lungs,
lava shooting out of their mouths,
their razor teeth cutting through the haze,
their warlike eyes affixed
upon the peaceful valleys below,
chasing the terrified clouds up ahead,
watching them change their colors,
laughing at the way they twist and turn
and wrap around each other,
columns of black masses in embrace,
rubbing their tentacles
against their slimy, erotic skin,
the rites of the macabre
of the ghostly skies,
the battle of the spirits,
the tombs of the flying gnomes,
the assembly of the black angels,
the horror of their sighting,
the storming of the aerial beast,
the journey of the madness,
the dance with the devil,
the curse upon the earth,
the deeds of the skyborne witches,
and the way they turn the
peaceful skies into a sea
of nervous rumblings,
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