The Gray

Reflecting Mother Nature's greatest force.

The storm in the distance

brings a chill to the air.

A sign that something before was not there.

Whatever has come

is not that far away.

For with each flash of light, comes the roar of The Gray.

It was sent from the Heavens

to cleanse and bereave.

And just as quickly it comes, will take aim, and leave.

It brings death and destruction,

to not one, but all.

There is nowhere but down once you witness the wall.

No matter your sex,

your size or your age.

The Gray does not judge whether black, white, or beige.

No tooth for a tooth

or eye for an eye.

The Gray eats his meal, then ascends to the sky.

You ascend from the rubble,

scarred, yet unscathed.

Your home may be lost, but your memories are saved.

The Gray is far gone now,

to outskirts abroad.

For now, you have lived through the Finger of God.

Author's Note

Criticism is well respected.

Reviews

[Xerclipse]

very uncomfortable description of the grey. i like it. No errors i spotted

[Rebel Skye]

Thank you. :)
That's exactly what I was going for. I appreciate the kind feedback.