White light rips across a deep, black sky,
The scarred earth roaring with tormented pain.
A torrent of water hammers into the ground,
Bleeding a brown river as its flesh pulls away.
Dark towers of spikes whip violently to and fro,
Reaching upwards to wound the sky,
Only to be struck down,
By sudden shreds of bolt.
Writers of all kinds
A place where all kinds of writers can come and show off their skills (no bragging)
