perhaps angels with black cloak
from deep within this mantle of green
are back in their graveyard to sleep

perhaps God's light have struck their souls...
and now on the daylight's hour
they maybe grieving, screaming their cries

Karma goes fast like thunder
blooming like wild flowers on the season of spring
and bites like ant, sting like bees

it swirls on the ancient lake of abyss...


06-19-10

Catrina Heart

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-where-the-soul-is-in-a-crypic-place/