[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.
from the Delerium CD Syrophenikan