Silver Light

Late summer night

Painted purple

Storms from the right

Words that hurtle

Lips curl to fight

Eyes are startled

Blood from the bite

Seems to sparkle

Now is the time

It's too late to fly

Hurting just to hurt

No silver light to brighten

Clouds in our sight

Now is the time

It's too late to fly

I must try

To stop this downpour

And clear the skies