The Rages

by on August 18, 2014 :: 0 comments

Words whir like insects from books in a pyre,
Swarming in smoke as burning pages rage.

Suns resplendent with gold coronas blaze
With fires that through galactic ages rage.

The swirls of Jupiter’s cyclonic storms burst
In prismatic fires that through ages rage.

In the Gobi golden whirlwinds laced
With the voices of chanting sages rage.

Screeches & demonic voices emitted
From The Necronomicon’s pages rage.

Wings flail amid raucous cackles
As frenzied ravens in their cages rage.

editors note:

Noise makers from cradle to grave; we’re all the rage… – mh

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