Rend the Wounded Sky: Version 2

[Baut Images: Rend the Wounded Sky II]

Sharply castigating the sky,

The sharpened thistle's spears

Strike upward at the thinkening clouds.

Dark swords against the gray,

They slash and tear

And rend the wounded sky.

Lightning crackles downward,

Striking the thistle's swords

As blood rain falls on unhallowed ground.

These are the days,

That have been prophesized

When the land is torn asunder.

The battle in nature has begun,

A last desperate hope

To restore balance on Planet Earth.

Roger Allen Baut



Please note: This is in 'triplet' form of image, poem and music video.

Destiny...

Rend the Wounded Sky

[Baut images: Rend the Wounded Sky]

Sharply castigating the sky,

The deadly thistle pod spears

Stab upward at the thickening clouds.

Dark swords against the gray,

They slash and tear

And rend the wounded sky.

Green lightening crackles downward,

Attacking the thistle swords

As blood rain falls pelting unhallowed ground.

The battle in nature has begun,

In a last desperate hope

Of bringing balance back to Earth.

Roger Allen Baut

Please note: This is once again in 'triplet' form of image, poem and song.

listen...the prophesy...

from the Delerium CD Syrophenikan