Jun 21, 2005 14:56
As I crossed the lake,
road greasy, cars manic,
in the corner of my vision,
I saw flame.
A towering icy pillar,
no reds, golds or oranges,
only lavender and blues,
drew my eye.
Like a finger of the gods,
of cold and eldritch balefire,
stretching from the steel gray waters,
toward the indigo midwinter sky.
lj2me,
poetry