The wind was kicking up from the Northwest <br />Storm clouds gathered to section off the Sun <br />Intense displays of furious pyrotechnics flashed brilliantly <br />From the mouth of the dark beyond <br />As Nature made its feelings known and I lay slowly dying <br />From a self inflicted stab at ending my family's drought <br />Having fallen on my sword as required in human sacrifice <br />My blood letting was to be washed clean and absorbed <br />Into the dry parched earth beneath my heavy soul <br />And the heavens would open up to receive me <br />For all which flows from them, so shall all be returned.....<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-a-good-day-to-die-said-the-old-man-to-the-sky/
