Life in Grayscale.

A thunder like boom against heavens vault

Leaves this innocent at fault

Dark pale face against the walls

Even silence can hear the calls.

Another strike, a clap of thunder

Leaves their mind asunder

Catching up to what is gone

While the graves sing solemn songs

Thunder resounds across the stormy skies

Leaves another child blind in eye

Separate stories shall emerge

When body and soul diverge.

The grey grave which reflects the storm,

Sits alone and recites the poem

Of a life that grays the stone

Drawn black and blue to shattered bone.