Originally posted at https://dsserv.net/poetry/gatheringclouds/.
Thunder murmurs on the horizon,
Carried by whispers in late-night broadcasts.
Bright suits convene in hidden corners,
Signing promises that dim with each passing hour.
Illusions and silver tongues tangle in darkness,
Where no eyes dare to see what’s being sold.
Clouds spiral, heavy with silence...
A hush that weighs on every breath.
We sense an unspoken dread,
Lines traced in invisible ink,
Drawn between fear and compliance,
While hearts fracture beneath the strain.
Hope cowers in empty corridors
Where footsteps echo like distant warnings.
A chess match unfolds behind the curtain,
Moves made without a single cry.
We stand in the crosshairs of fate,
Counting each beat before the skies unleash.
And then, the calm surrenders...
The storm’s truth revealed in a single flash.
Broken voices rise to meet the roar,
Shattering illusions once carved in stone.
No shield from this final reckoning:
The war arrives as shadows devour the last light.
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