Riding into the death

 The thunderstorm rolls in, slow , Oh methodic nature,

Yes, nature at its best...

Dark clouds -a shroud, sunlight peeking out , 

Lightning dance in the sky,

Booms  the thunder, closer,

Closer  it closes in, slow or fast its choice..

Power's  gone out , 

Time for candles , maybe,

May be its best to hide beside the shadows, 

Quiet...quietly riding into the death!

May be hide with the dark, all silent,

Maybe so... quietly ride into the death ,

Nature take over please, easier for us ,

Be gentle with our silent souls ,a bit,

As we quietly ride into our death , silent thus...

Poem by Pc-3 (07/30/2025)