Vortex 4034p
Daylight slowly turns to dusk, as ghostly translucent shapes
slither across the moon ,creating long shadows on the lawn.
There is electricity in the air that causes the hair to rise
on the back of your neck. Some momentous event
is about to take place.
The cool evening breeze sweeps over us.
Causing goose bumps to rise on our skin.
Eerie sounds ring through the night
from the four directions,
seeming to converge in the center.
Lightening flashes, As the worlds collide.
Trying for synthesis, the tints do not merge.
Repelled by each other they secede into a sequence
of bizarre spectrums, creating a whirling,
Swirling vortex void of all color.
Provoking anyone to enter
This new dominion of mystification.