Charbel (Randler Wolf)'s Blog (1)

A storm, do i not only hear or see,

But feel to the very depth of my senses.

To the frightning sound of thunder,

Here i shudder to the loathful mutter,

of the dense and darkened clouds.



The dew keeps pouring,

As i beg myself,imploring,

To fall asleep.

But what an awful, horrorful, despicable fright!

When the lightning flashed before my sight,

With the wind rushing in the night,

Dark and dense I say the clouds were,

grotesquely… Continue