perhaps angels with black cloak <br />from deep within this mantle of green <br />are back in their graveyard to sleep <br /> <br />perhaps God's light have struck their souls... <br />and now on the daylight's hour <br />they maybe grieving, screaming their cries <br /> <br />Karma goes fast like thunder <br />blooming like wild flowers on the season of spring <br />and bites like ant, sting like bees <br /> <br />it swirls on the ancient lake of abyss... <br /> <br /> <br />06-19-10<br /><br />Catrina Heart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-where-the-soul-is-in-a-crypic-place/
