anky's posterous

The pouring sky, with the glittering smile,

Smoky weather, with clouds in pile

Shivering winds, that hits the face

Everything down here is in a snail’s pace!

Up above, a million mile

To what that seems a glittering smile

A war is on, army of snowy face

Fighting for supremacy, within the race!

The shining god, of light, so loving

Over shadowed by the cotton balls sparking

Watches the clash,

He knows it will all be over in a splash!

O Yee God of light,

Spread some joy,

Please stop the flight

Let there be a sky apt for a kite!

Enough worries here down below

Rivers with blood of friends turned foe’s

Let there be some of your light
on us so low!

Please please stop the fight!

With your glow!