A raging rainstorm suddenly developed
the couple pulled their horse and buggy next to a shed for some protection
She and hubby cuddled for warmth from
the icy chill,the thunder and lightning
were wicked enough to kill
A man approached in custom coach
arrayed in black was he, his face was
bare with icy glare,he looked like death
to she
He pulled up in front of them with just
a nod of his head, they nodded back,and between them not a word was said
The storm worsened wind blowing debris which struck the lone man knocking him out, horses bolted racing the route
Couple followed hoping to help the man
they caught up,stopped his coach,took him inside carriage,their bodies protecting him
A bolt of lightning struck the couple, as they tried to get horses under control both died while the man they saved survived
The heavens declared their astral light would burn forever in the night,lighting the path to realms of glory ,where angels would tell their
heroic story
etw-2007
Walt
Be safe,
Karen
This has that black and white nightmare-ish quality.
Before your hit by lighning your hair stands up to attract the lecky.
(Andy shaves his head)
Gina
Light and Love ...
Richard
Love these lines. Very fabolous poetic story. Good hearts die while protecting other hearts. GBQ
Peace,
Dan
Holy smoke, that is a little too close for comfort! Happened to Karen and I last week, we were at a local restaurant when a sudden furious storm popped up: we watched a bolt hit right across the street, blew out a transformer. Which one? The one that controls our power! Out for eight hours LOL S c a r y! Lightning is beautiful, but also deadly. Excellent write.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.