a vortex sweeping through: leaving behind a trail of destruction.
Is there hope in Zion?: who shall save us?
The kabbalistic home rages: a crimson hue adorns the skies
lambs and wolves alike are slain: no soul is safe.
Is there no hope in Zion?
Open the pages: look within,
therein lies hope: banish the resounding fear
The throne of secrets: and covert shadows
shall be destroyed: with the truth
There is hope in Zion: cloaked in the innocence and bravery of a suckling babe.
This was written as a cleave poem, which has three poems within; one on the left, one on the right and the entire piece as one. Don’t know if it worked, please let me know.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle and A to Z challenge. The picture was provided by Kent Bonham and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.