#WritcoPoemPrompt64
The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds.

Down pour the stars, in streaks of celestial fire,
A canvas cracked, the heavens open wide.
The earth recoils, in awe and trembling pyre,
As gods descend, upon this mortal tide.

© wilvi