The cloud and the sun
The day grows darker by the moment. What evil have I done to provoke the clouds? The noon is a shadow; veiled by sadness as life moves on merciless, indifferent to turmoils in men's minds.
The sun takes a peep sporadically, tempting with the offer of his warmth. Yet, his golden rays do make the waters take to the sky and mask his divine face. The clouds do defy the sun.
The offspring has outperformed his creator. He flaunts his bulk, casting long shadows of despair. He spews cruel rains, massacring and marauding; yet, he too provides life. Is the sun's intention justified?
Yet, when the heavens pour, the respite is hard to earn. The soul drowns in its watery grave. The incessant patter of rain pervades life itself. The waters rise and rise ominously. A losing battle against nature ensues.
How long will this struggle last? Is it a retribution for the ingrate? The ingrate is also justified in his deeds, or so he believes.
He spurns his father, who caused him to live. The sun's shadow is dampened by the clouds which spew drops of fury.
Why is the sun considered good? The sun is a murderer; he kills. So too, does the cloud. A vicious dynasty indeed.
When will this interlude end?
so said -Poison- the in(s)ane one @ Friday, August 26, 2005
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