Once in a million years, <br />The rocks will burst into tears. <br />Shears of time will cut the thread, <br />That binds every word that was said. <br />The dreams in color had come to an end, <br />And darkness, with monsters, all ready to send. <br />The protective fortress will fall, <br />There will be none at all. <br />Bodies will have burned before being noticed, <br />Snow will fall during the Summer Solstice. <br />Tears from above frozen to hail, <br />No ship will be able to sail. <br />Escape from the cold is nearly impossible, <br />This wrath has never been possible. <br />Run as far as you can, <br />But the road will turn to sand. <br />Nails of iron will grow <br />Up from the ground for no one to sow. <br />Nothing will ever stop the mortal pain, <br />If they survive, they will go insane. <br />Disembodiment will soon be common again, <br />When only that is to gain. <br />Slowly nothing will be alive, <br />Not even the bees in the hive.<br /><br />stephanie varnadore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-womans-wrath/
