The spear soared soundlessly
Streaking the sky
Beyond where the clouds roam
Impossibly high
No known destination
Or origin either
Its unknown intention
Disturbs the believer
The thing is unnatural,
Screams as it flies
The place where it lands
Will erupt with death’s cries
A fearsome destruction
That only gods know
A war up in Heaven
Makes Hell down below
A Life in Poems 