Oncoming Storm.

Concept idea based on 'the gothic'; including some of the texts I've studied at school. It's littered with references; see if you can spot them all.

Oncoming Storm

Shadows stretch onwards, through the night so dreary;

Nevermore the raven flies, its wings become so weary.

The night draws inwards; silence from all around;

Stolen whispers litter the air; hushed, the only sound.

Within those castle walls, the two lovers dream;

They sky tainted red with blood: the perfect scheme.

When with it comes murder, the king's reign at an end;

Onwards he will lie, the betrayal of a friend.

In a world elsewhere, the end becomes closer;

The final note delivered, like a music composer.

When all of a sudden, the sky shatters with thunder;

The rain lashes down; it makes us all wonder.

How the work has gone wrong, a monster creation;

A horror so breathless; the result of temptation.

The victor left broken, consumed and aggrieved;

The final realisation, of what he's conceived.

One preached to all, the root of all evil;

Money is the cause, the tale so medieval.

Another so vain, so concerned with his own needs

Selling relics with lies, laughing at those he misleads.

All through the lands, the storm rages on through;

A scientist battles onwards, he has work to pursue.

© Ben Johnson 2011.